As the song goes, in my opinion shopping centres rock. Yes I may be deemed superficial, but partly due to work and partly due to leisure, I feel at home in a shopping centre.
Last Saturday started out in a typical way. My poor husband had done a late shift and was done in, the boys were up and were being horribly boisterous and loud. Cue, lots of telling off and threats that were followed through. We also had the rare treat of football training for younger boy being cancelled cause the pitch was flooded. There was only one thing for it, although from the boys’ point of view it was very much under duress, we were going out. Older boy requested that we go to Westfield, we had a very successful day there just after his ninth birthday, such successes are rare and need to be treasured. I agreed, partly for selfish reasons cause I could fit some work in and partly cause the idea of a shopping centre appealed especially when the weather was so awful.
So far so good, we had quite a lengthy journey there. The plan had been to go on the DLR but the connections were just too difficult so we didn’t. On arrival the boys announced (although younger boy needed a bit of persuasion from older boy) that they wanted to go to the Japanese place for lunch. I agreed as it was lovely to have a change from McDonalds. At first things seemed to go well, we browsed happily, I was able to do a bit of work along the way and the Apple store provided quite a lot of entertainment. I then came across a store called Missguided. For those of you who don’t know, this is an extremely fun, girly store which sells lots of glittery bling and is probably a good twenty years too young for me. Until this point I hadn’t realised that there was an actual store, I thought Missguided only existed online, I was excited beyond belief and drawn to all the sequins like a magnet. I was desperate to browse, even though my sensible head told me that I should buy nothing. The boys despaired and for a very short period of time followed me round before dragging me out of the shop. I will return at a later date, maybe as a birthday treat to myself in dark and dismal January.
From then on things started to go downhill, but lets face it we had enjoyed quite a good run. The boys turned distinctly feral and at one point I’m pretty sure I heard a stranger look my way and ask someone else whether I was their Mum. I pretended not to hear but realised quickly that it was time to exit.
So, in conclusion, shopping centres and boys mix if they have lots of pocket-money, you resist the urge to dive into anywhere girly and if you are prepared to seek entertainment in the Apple store. It could be far worse, I was in my natural habitat and got to eat some nice food. Furthermore, we shared a Lola’s cupcake on the way home, it was divine.