Today was uniform buying day. I always wait until the second week, and I always get there right on opening. Otherwise you need to bring food supplies and a seat, and a baseball bat to whack the crowds back with. I am a uniform buying genius.
This is Eilidh group messaging her friends about how much they hate their new senior uniform. Eilidh is deeply sincere in her enormous loathing. I am deeply sincere in my wish to not hear anything more about it.
I also think she looks sweet. I am old.
Watermelon. I love it at the marrying sort of level. Well, serious dating anyway, with a view to a long term future. I'd like to pretend this was our sole source of afternoon tea because we are so healthy and earth-loving, but it was supplemented heavily with chocolate chip cookies. Not even homemade. Not even the posh sort.
The rest of the day was spent on a small amount of chores and a large amount of worry. Nothing useful or interesting. I did think, though, if we really are living in the Matrix and my life is nothing more than a few bytes of computer generated storyline, then I am going to ditch this reality and go live in Pinterest. Eilidh can come, and she won't even have to wear a uniform.
Bugger the red or blue pill. I want a sustainably sourced, artisan crafted, socially just, subtly colourful, intellectually satisfying, income producing one. With lace edges.
