Being Practical

Day 204 - 9:27am, 24 July 2019

A trip to the shops is a necessary evil this afternoon, so to sugar coat it and to wean the kids off their screens, we offer them a drink in a cafe as a part of the package. Eldest is not interested and, because we are trying to promote his independence, we accept this. Middle son says no, mainly because eldest has, but we don't afford him the same freedom. He is coming whether he likes it or not. Youngest is already working out what she is going to have when she gets there.

I take my shopping trolley with me. I may look like your granny, but if it means I can bring home the groceries without having to stop every few yards to rearrange the heavily-weighted bags, then I'm sorry, I'm all for it. Comfort trumps looking cool every time. It reminds me of a colleague's comment the other day when she was slipping out of her trainers (not considered proper business attire in this office) into a pair of 'sensible shoes'. She quipped, "I'm all about the comfort these days." I responded to the tune that I always was, but it makes me sad to think that being practical should somehow be seen as lesser than looking the part.