Note how your child’s trousers seem to be weakening somewhat. Hang them back in wardrobe.
Months later, realise three pairs of trousers now have ripped or nearly ripped knees. Hang them back in wardrobe.
Weeks after that, remove six pairs of trousers and realise if you don’t do something about it they’ll have no intact pants come winter.
Go on Pinterest and marvel at fancy patching options. Thank your lucky stars for our protracted indian summer and send junior off to school in shorts for most of September while full-length leg wear hangs, torn, in wardrobe.
Do one very cool Monster knee fix-up then mither husband for old jeans to attend to the rest.
Just yesterday I set off to work in a black dress and black tights. As the day progressed, the previously unnoticed blue gel toothpaste splodges dried to a paler and paler colour, until mid afternoon when my lower half colour scheme was more Friesan Cow than black is the new black. Point being, my kids are messy feckers.
Yes, it’s that time of year; coconuts are cheap and plentiful in our supermarkets. I was excited about this last year too, but it bears repeating given that in the intervening 12 months I have become an even bigger fan of the fuzzy ovals of goodness, adding it’s amazing oil to my Things I Love From Coconuts list, the contents of which are published below:
Last year I used a corkscrew, but my husband – perhaps over-egging the coconut – decided a drill was yer only man for the task. Or you could try a screwdriver but probably not if you have a decent sense of self preservation and place value on not stabbing yourself in the hand.
Drill through one of the dents (nope, still don’t know the proper word for those) and pour out the delicious coconut water through a sieve.
Here’s our pure coconut water – mean mammy would only hand over a small bit – and a few days of healthy snacking. All for a mere 69c.