When you have young children sometimes it seems that life will be like that for ever. But day by day they grow and change and then without you noticing the transition you realise they’re not children but young adults.
If you’ve done enough right and not too much wrong, as most of us do, with a lot of love and a little luck, there will still be times when they’re happy to have your company. And so it is I’m in Auckland for a couple of days of mother-daughter time.
Packing in a hurry I’d forgotten that Auckland is warmer and wetter so I arrived overdressed with three layers of merino, and undershod with boots that don’t do puddles. But those are minor quibbles.
Flights were delayed so there was time only for a quick trip to the supermarket when I arrived last night – and my first experience of a self-service checkout.
The French Market this morning delighted the senses. There is something about the sight, sounds and scents of food from open air stalls that makes it all so much more appealing than the same things ever are neatly stacked on supermarket shelves.
The tastebuds were tempted further by a trawl round Sabato and lunch at Zarbo.
As we wandered past the Bendon shop its themed dressing rooms were mentioned which seemed like a good excuse to pop in and try something on. I had a quick peep in the Geisha, Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn cubicles before choosing the Victorian one.
The assistant had given me instructions on how to deal with the cross over straps and warned it could be a little difficult to remove. Oh dear. Once many years ago I got myself into the single leg of culottes in the mistaken belief it was a skirt and had to summon someone to help me out of them. I didn’t have to ask for assistance today, but handicapped as I am by tennis elbow, it was a close call.
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