We basically shopped til Amelie dropped. Which is surprising as we only made it to one store.
But what a store. With the whole family reunited for twenty-four hours, and a rare chance to do something meaningful together, we decided to head out to TK Maxx yesterday morning. Not only do they have a wide choice of top brands at low prices, but it's the nearest shop with free parking.
After a night of bottomless chips and topless photos, my parents decided to conserve their energy by staying at home, but the rest of us piled into two cars and drove a mile down the road for what was described as "a quick trip" to TK Maxx. I'm not sure how long we spent there in the end, but if you compare the photos of me when we arrived to the ones of me when we left, I look noticeably older. Frankly, people have had shorter prison sentences. At one point I wished I'd packed an overnight bag.
But it was worth the investment of time. Amelie and I had a
Having wiped away the tears of that discussion (more mine than hers), we then assisted Big Sis in the purchase of shoes. She was keen to hear our views on this pair...
That's not a security tag on the left, it's the result of Big Sis's ASBO. So after careful consideration, I told her I wasn't that keen, my sister-in-law felt they gave out the wrong impression, and my niece said they were "a bit too Essex". It was food for thought for Big Sis, and she devoured it with relish. And then bought them anyway.
By the time we started trying on hats...
... my brother had had enough, and decided to wait in the car. We told him we'd be out in a minute. And then spent another half hour in the changing rooms. By the time we left, Amelie had persuaded me to buy the pink hat in the first photo above (for her, not for me), and Sis had filled a trolley with the contents of the ladies clothing section. We eventually walked out of the shop tired, penniless, but completely satisfied...
... until three hours later, when we decided to go back. Sis wanted to return a woollen dress which barely covered her hips, and Amelie's always up for a bit of extortion, so we drove back to the Maxx for round two. An hour later, Sis had another dress, Am had some new shoes, and I'd bought Lisa a potato ricer. Let's face it, if you're spiralling fast towards bankruptcy, you might as well have some decent mash.
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The object I was keenest to inherit from my mother-in-law was her potato ricer. It's brilliant.
She left me a lovely diamond ring too. Cheers Ma (RIP). I didn't have to choose!
Amelie can look forward to inheriting just one of those things. The other will have been pawned in early 2012 to pay off the Christmas debts.
What IS a potato ricer?
Clearly I'm not going to inherit one then.
I'm also not really sure what a potato ricer is. The bottom picture of Am in a furry hat is just wrong cos she looks like a member of Take That. I hope you made take it back for good?
I know what a potato ricer is. I used to have one.
Well is it a posh name for a posh masher that posh people must have?
Yes. I mean rather.
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