Monday 3 November 2008

More, more, more (2)

There are some things in life that we can never have too much it seems.

Women, all women love shoes. And bags.

Me, I can never have enough watches (I stopped buying when I realised it was costing me nigh on £150 a year in batteries to keep them ticking). Shoes (yes I'm in touch with my feminine side). Property (I've never been able (willing) to sell when I ought). Bank accounts (or rather overdrafts). And there's plenty more.

Inspite of my best endeavours to teach the boy not to follow in the footsteps of his father, he too is a compulsive acquirer (acquisitionalist?). Hair products...her gel, hair mouse, hair wax, hair spray. All in the cause of teenage vanity. Bags (is he in touch with his feminine side too?)..he always needs a new one. Watches (following in my footsteps, but at least here I can say no). Socks (he has enough to cloth a millipede) but they're always in Brighton when he's in Buckhurst Hill and in Buckhurst Hill when he's in Brighton. Guitars ( I bought him one, he bought him one and step Granddad gave him one). Three seems a lot to me who's never been able to learn an instrument. Books (he has a bigger library now than I had when I'd passed through our educational system) but that's a good thing and I'm always ready to expand my overdraft on this count.


  1. I only have 1 watch but I don't know if I dare fess up to the amount of shoes and bags I own !

  2. You can never have too many books. They last forever, too - even if you get rid of them from time to time.

  3. AG...ha! rumbled you!

    Dotterel...yes, yes, yes about books...we have a room in Brighton euphamistically called The Library and a storage space at Big Yellow Store just about full of books inherited from the boy's mum...and even when money is tight I never hesitate to buy the boy another book to read

  4. It's funny what a truism it is about women and shoes and I'm no exception. I like the thought of men having their own 'thing'. You carry on with your watch-buying, you deserve it.

    I used to live in Buckhurst Hill :)


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