The band came round for band practice. They have to come here because younger son is the drummer and a drumkit is not something you can just sling in the car.
I absented myself for a large portion of the morning. First I took daughter to the hairdressers where I paid £9 for her to have an inch of hair cut off. Then we went to the supermarket along with elder son who clearly wanted to avoid the band practice too. We bought two packets of bacon and a dozen large rolls for the band's lunch.
By the end of the day younger son was completely exhausted but very happy with the way things had gone and I was glad it was over.
They all wanted to go into Worcester to buy stuff. Elder son needed a white shirt for a formal dinner (M&S), younger son wanted new jeans (H&M) and daughter just wanted to buy something, anything, preferably from Primark or Claire's. Primark hasn't been open in Worcester for long and so far I have managed to avoid it completely. Charlie however, has spent quite a few Saturday mornings standing about in there while daughter looks at all the tat. That place has the biggest collection of hideous, tacky, cheap and nasty t-shirts for young girls I have ever seen. I didn't think H&M was much better.
After they had done their shopping I felt I needed some kind of reward so I went to a bookshop. A new cookery book was what I needed, something with healthy, low fat meals would be a good idea.
A lovely book although I'm trying hard not to be annoyed about the lack of imperial measurements.
Back home with a coffee and my new book I glanced over at younger son and noticed a hole in his new jeans. Yes, I expect I should have taken them back to H&M but the repair took five minutes. Not as good as new because they were new, better than new, and without the cost of the car park for the second time in a day.