Shoes No2

As Ella is now walking as much as crawling and as her first pair of fitted shoes are now pretty small, I was given the task of going into Newport with her to buy a new pair. I was also meant to take back the pushchair we bought about three months ago, which has broken (it was bought as a ‘lighter’ option to the Pliko Pramette), but I forgot any form of receipt.

It was a rather damp day today, so it wasn’t a great deal of fun trudging round Newport, trying to remember where Clarks was. My first attempt to buy something was thwarted by the large number of people in the shop, and so I returned to searching for a where I thought shops were to buy myself a new waterproof, my previous one having gone missing. I did succeed with that, and Ella also succeeded in receiving complements from the shop assistant in Milletts, and so returned to Clarks to discover they had a ticketed waiting system for children’s fittings. Ella was very good during the half hour wait, in turn entertained by bright pink rucksacks (having a chew on one of them), having a hold and a good look around, having a play with some grown-up shoes and a quick flirt with a small boy who was also waiting for shoes. The actual fitting, selection and trying out of the shoes was quite quick with Ella continuing to be a darling and not fussing at all, even showing off her walking skills in her new shoes. A short grocery shop was followed by car park disaster as I dragged the passenger side front door along a pillar while trying to maneuver the car out of its space. Arse. That did put me in a bad mood, and Scotland losing the football to Macedonia didn’t brighten it any.

Which was rather a shame, because it was rather pleasant pushing Ella around Newport and buying her some shoes, and generally looking after her through the day (Hannah was doing a good deal of teaching). She’s very communicative these days, not that you can understand most of it, but occasional ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ are quite expressive. Of course the walking makes her look very much more like a child than a baby now, and she can walk quite reliably across rooms while carrying things (she especially likes carrying her bag). So with all this development, I certainly feel more fatherly because there is much more interaction now.


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