I’m not one to talk about my day usually but I feel like rambling a bit right now… :)
I went to see my niece and nephew (and their mum, obviously) this morning and was greeted with hugs and smiles and childish giggling. There’s nothing quite like ending a working week by spending time with two bundles of fun! Charlie (Charlotte) has an obsession with my hair (she tries to brush my hair with her little Winnie the Pooh hairbrush, and steals my hair band) and Dylan wanted me to read to him “Mary Had a Little Lamb” over and over again.
Of course, there’s also the small matter of my name. I am not Aunty Jem, oh noo no. I am “Mariooo” (marry-ooo). This is entirely down to my Mario t-shirt, which Charlie immediately recognised the first time she saw it. If I don’t wear the t-shirt when I visit, it’s almost enough to bring her to tears. “Where’s Mariooo?” she says, giving me the big sad-eyes look. I swear, if you think I’m a bitch, put me with my niece and my nephew for the morning and you’ll soon think differently… they melt my heart.
After dropping them off at Nursery for the afternoon, Anna (their mum) and I went shopping in Chav Central where Anna announced to the entire of Primark that she was desperate for a new bra and that “big bras always look like granny bras” — apparently you can’t get anything saucy or frilly in anything above a C. I don’t disagree, but generally I refrain from discussing it in front of 30-odd people (she says, writing this to a few thousand…)
I bought the two little ones three MASSIVE story books (about 1m across by 1m deep), some colouring books, scented pens (wtf? I have no idea), a couple of t-shirts and a giant fluffy rabbit. I feel somewhat pleased with my Aunty status this afternoon, even if my feet are killing me, my eyes ache and I’m somewhat dubious about being called Mariooo forever-more.