Monday, February 11, 2013
Daughter is home from her hospital stay and has cabin fever. It's snowing outside and reeeaaaally cold, so I didn't want her to go out in it until she's built herself up abit. Compromise - I agreed to take her to the local mall so she could stretch her legs but at least stay reasonably warm.
*Rant Alert* .....
What is it with teenagers and designer shops? There is one in particular that makes my blood boil and my teeth clench. Of course, ALL of daughter's friends love it so she does too. I won't name it but it begins with H, has carrier bags featuring scantily clad males and it's an American export. It's like being in a disco. It's dark (too dark for me to be able to read price tags ), it's noisy (music too loud for me to hear what the cashiers are saying) and it's always packed out so I spend the whole time being jostled by teenagers. And it's blimmin expensive and there's always a huge queue to pay. I decided today that I won't be going back again - if she wants to shop there in future she'll have to take her dad.
In other news, despite it being bitterly cold I managed a little run today which makes me happy. Open countryside, peace and quiet, perfect for letting my mind wander and stresses dissipate. 3.1 miles done in a slow and steady 34 minutes 32 seconds. All is good once again.