A lot of people are a bit squeamish about public toilets and would just rather not unless desperate. Indeed, on a recent trip to London with some close family friends, the 13 year old girl I was with told me that she very rarely used public toilets as she doesn’t like to. It dawned on my that public toilets are in fact often far nicer than my own bathroom and using them is in fact a bit of a treat. I do clean honestly, but sadly I am no stranger to wet seats and mess – ok you get the picture.
Although its much much more fun. Last night my best friend and I went to a pub in Peckham. The usual thing, let’s have a couple of drinks and put the world to rights. There was a football match on in the pub, cue lots of shouting, jumping around, clapping and swearing.. Best friend turned to me and remarked “this must be just like sitting in your living room”. I looked over at the men making the racket and agreed, before pointing out that I don’t have to clean up their mess and none of them will be making any demands on me.
Clearly this is seasonal. Meals typically in our house either involve the boys eating at the table under duress or eating on trays in front of the TV, which gives me some peac,e although it is something that causes me considerable guilt at times. Either way there is always mess that will inevitably be cleared up by me. Subsequently, in the Summer it is a real joy to give the boys their meals outside and let the dog, foxes, birds tidy up afterwards.
The first point I will make here is that this isn’t the case for me. I am a girly girl and love clothes shopping. Indeed, I can be quite frivolous on occasion. I maintain that if I had girls, I would be bankrupt by now as shopping would take on a new significance. Although older boy is starting to shown an interest in sports labels and yearns for a pair of sock boots, for the most part clothes purchases are dictated by necessity and football. Dont ever imagine functional means cheap though, sock boots are at least £60 a go and boys grow out of their shoes very quickly.
I talked about the issue of crazes in a recent post, fixations are slightly different in that whilst they are all-encompassing, they can actually be very positive. Older boy is currently obsessed with fishing and cooking fish; so far due to lack of equipment we have only done the latter. He has started seeking out fish recipes to make and insists on buying fish that needs to be filleted first as this apparently makes it more fun. Apparently buying ready prepared fish is cheating. Guess who doses the lions share of the filleting, me. I am not a fan of filleting, it is smelly, difficult, slimy and time-consuming, especially when we don’t seem to possess a decent knife or a sharp pair of scissors. However, to date the end results have been extremely tasty and make a very welcome change from McDonalds. I like to dream that I might have a budding chef on my hands, but I am fully expecting older boy’s enthusiasm to wane.