out and about

Spent the day in Islington going a bit nuts in a Junior Style sale and getting Pablo some new winter boots. OF COURSE he decided he needed the loo in the childrens' shoe shop. They kindly let him use their staff toilet, but he no longer lets me anywhere near him on such trips and he ushered me out of the stock room to wait for his summons. Some poor shop assistant was trying to enjoy a bowl of soup at the cramped table next to the tiny toilet door. As he hoisted himself aboard the seat I asked how long he might be and he said "hmm, forty minutes?" He wasn't far off. Awkward times shuffling around the shop under the gaze of a humourless assistant... 

Afterwards we clearly needed to indulge in an Ottolenghi pick-me-up. I had some kind of chocolate, banana and caramel tart that was straight from heaven, and Pablo turned his nose up at a s'more, so I had to finish it for him. We also stumbled upon an awesome kids' hairdresser on Essex Rd where the hairdressing chairs are cars and each child is appointed their own personal telly & dvd of choice! If I can bear to rustle up Β£22 (W!T!F!) for his next haircut (our current hairdresser does a pretty rad job for Β£6...in a far more ordinary chair) he has been promised a trip back there as a megatreat. The proprietress was very lovely/canny and invited Pablo in to trial the chairs when she saw him gazing through the window, drooling...