The prospect of going to a night football match in 2 degrees left me a tad cold ….groan, sorry. However I’d forgotten my secret weapon …. mum power. Our party of four ladies included two mums … easy.
Mum solution #1: Thermals. Reasonably well travelled by this age, we could all locate at least two pairs, one black the other nude. Though the prospect of someone actually seeing your ‘nude’ thermals had me pondering the need for this produce extension. Lurking at the rear of the wardrobe, I’d find mine hidden amongst a myriad of other ‘travel’ clothes, I’d only don if I could absolutely, positively, guarantee not running into anyone I knew, ever.
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| thanks to Michael Spencer |
Mum solution #2: Food. Cheese sandwiches, fruit, and some nuts. Not!
These lunchboxes won’t have to pass the scrutiny of a fussy five year old, nor other mums with delusions of MasterChef conquests.
Agreement was swift …‘nibbles’ … largely revolving around that female fail-safe …Tim Tams.
Mum solution #3: Drinks. Coffee? Green Tea? Hot chocolate? No decision was necessary after someone quickly suggested the inclusion of a swig or two of Kahlua.
I know what you’re pondering but come on, what prepubescent security guard is going to risk public humiliation, by being seen talking to four women old enough to be their mother? Especially if said women are wearing so many layers, that they came waddling towards you, arms outstretched as if carrying two small pigs. A Michelin Man inspired fashion statement.
‘But what if it curdles?’ came the question after a momentary lapse back into motherhood.
After a fleeting ponder the question was rebutted with ‘nah, just we’ll just shake it up and call it a milkshake’.
Sorted.
