Well, actually we started the day with me making an early morning detour to the Doctor, with an action plan for finally getting this cough from hell sorted out. Doctor agreed and gave me necessary letters but I subsequently bypassed A & E, didn't collect (or pay) €200 and then... off we went. Well, there was shopping to be done. Priorities, you see.
I got some excellent advice from some twitter pals and had a vague plan in mind. Mr Jazzy printed off directions to Newry and passed over the car keys..... and the credit card! Mwhahahahaha! So excited was I that I didn't take much notice of what my husband was wearing. (Note: This is important.)
I took off on a beautiful journey, with WiiBoy as my excellent navigator,
As we approached Newry I decided to throw caution to the wind and head for an unplanned destination.... The Outlet at Banbridge. There would have to be really good deals there, right? Sure I'd practically be saving money, right? So, I tossed aside the directions and bravely found my own way there. I guess ten years on the road finding directions is a skill you never lose. I did go wrong a couple of times but instincts kicked in and I realised immediately each time.
Banbridge was great (so long as you get used to the bizarre smell of manure?)! Lots of deals and 'savings' to be made here. If I keep saying that I might eventually believe my own rhetoric.
Before I go any further, take a look at this photo of WiiBoy in Banbridge.....
See the clothes he's wearing? Stupid Santa not only brought stupid xboxlive into our house last Christmas.... he also included a stupid and very comfty Call of Duty (game not included) T shirt. Which I subsequently and stupidly teemed up with equally comfty matching trackkie bottoms. As a result this outfit is never off the child's back. Well, almost never, I do get to wash them once a week. Twice if I'm lucky and really quick.
He has also grown out of a lot of his clothes and summer holidays are beckoning. I hoped that by bringing him shopping with me, although the thoughts of that were not pleasant ones, and allowing him to be involved in choosing his own clothes might ultimately make it more likely that he would vary somewhat in his choice of attire...... on some days at least!
WiiBoy does not 'do' shopping. However he's old and mature enough now that I can let him go into certain shops on his own armed with his mobile phone and a myriad of instructions.... do NOT leave the shop alone OR with anyone else..... No matter what a stranger may tell you I will NOT have told him/her to bring you to me..... the stranger does NOT have sweets/toys/animals/xbox paraphernalia outside and...... if the stranger says he/she needs your help with his/her injured mother/child/Animal/Halo Reach Character then shout out loudly/run screaming to the nearest shop assistant! Plus I continually pop in and out to him. Phew!
Anyways, it works. I quickly scanned the Nike shop then went back to the toy shop where he was sitting patiently on the floor admiring the toy he wanted! I bought the
Now, I know I was only there to shop for him really but, you see, there kinda was an M & S outlet store there with some little things that I kinda needed too. I had quickly scanned there too, in between pop backs to the toy shop, and knew exactly what I wanted to try on so WiiBoy came with me. There is NOTHING like having an ASD/Aspie kid for telling you what looks good...or not... on you! Honestly, he's brilliant and.... well.... honest! Funny too... 'so glad you weren't trying on any bras, mum', he told me as we exited the dressing room!!
Oh, and there was kinda a shoe shop there too....and I kinda needed shoes. So I kinda bought some (more about the shoe style in a later post.) Whilst buying said shoes (and two Christmas presents.... never one to miss an opportunity, me!) I had a
We finished up shortly after and headed back on the motorway for a quick stop off in Newry on the way back to collect Mr Jazzy. I will always be eternally grateful that I had that humongous coughing fit in the shopping mall and not whilst driving. Scary thought.....
We got to the golf club and relaxed looking out at the beautiful scenery. We were, as it were, sitting in the 19th looking out at the 18th hole.
Wouldn't it be great to get a photo of daddy hitting the last ball in, I thought? Yes, it was agreed that would be a very good idea indeed, so I did.....
..... except, I didn't really. It wasn't Mr Jazzy at all! As WiiBoy so succinctly puts it..... 'you took a picture of a randomer, mum.'
Oops! Knew I should have taken more notice of what he was wearing!!
A very tired yet happy threesome made the journey home again after a lovely day out. I know we had a lovely time because WiiBoy said so.... thank you mum, I had a lovely day. That was so good to hear and I thanked him for his help and told him that I enjoyed his great company for the day too:-)
And now all we have to do is face the credit card bill!!