Cowart's Common Room
IKEA on a bank holiday is always busy. Younger daughter rang about something or other and I said we were going to buy a bookcase; meet you there for lunch. And so we did. Where else can you buy a multiple course lunch for six people for £21? I had an excellent breast of roast chicken in a colorful sauce with Parmentier potatoes and a rice salad with garlic bread, coffee and a jelly (uneaten by the little ones) to follow.
Beanie was wearing her Rapunzel dress. Imagine a crinoline from which the hoops had slipped so they were now in a hula hoop around the hem of the long skirt and you have the image. Beneath that she wore blue suede boots, a Christmas present from Uncle Duncan who works for Clarks. The outfit was completed by a backpack as though Rapunzel were off to the jungle, which I suppose IKEA is on a Bank Holiday.
In the back back were eight unicorns, I kid you not. Not real unicorns, of course, (whatever were you thinking?) but pretend unicorns made by those people who make 'My Little Pony' (not real ponies either - how disappointing a child's world is these days!) with impossibly long manes, all combed and plaited in the most garish coloured nylon imaginable. Still the unicorns' eyes glistened with sparkle and impossibly long eyelashes.
Beanie has impossibly long eyelashes too. Maybe she was made in the same factory. Anyway all eight unicorns came out to watch her eat her dinner only bothering her occasionally when a plait became undone.
Little Theo, now 8 has become all serious and doesn't have anything to do with unicorns. He is in the first set for maths (they have sets at the age of eight?) though he doesn't like maths. Instead he draws robots and dreams robots and is determined to grow up a master of artificial intelligence. Meanwhile I just wanted a bookcase and to escape without buying more fancy dress clothes (his mother bought Theo a robot suit) or soft toys (her mother bought Beanie a cat to compensate - not a real one) I just bought the bookcase and a dozen glasses for £4.20 to replace the ones the dishwasher (still working by the way - yippee!) had made cloudy.
And then we came home. As J was even more tired than me I volunteered to cook supper - Sea Bass (Fish on Good Friday, brownie point please!) with potatoes sautéed in butter and some asparagus found homeless in the fridge bottom but fortunately only just a week beyond its BB date. As you can see I am still alive.
Have a good day everyone.