Today I actually went to lunch with two girlfriends. I hardly ever do lunch as I said previously but it was firstly organised as coffee then changed to lunch. My first thought was “what do I wear?” as ridiculous as this sounds I really struggle with things like this. Am I the only one? I really don’t have enough of the ‘Smart/Casual’ wear in my wardrobe, it is either typical ripped jeans and old t-shirt or jumper or something I would consider for a Saturday night out!! HELP!!!!
I finally decided on a pale blue shirt and black trousers and thought I would make it look casual with silver converse. Then the thing that always happens, happened! Does anyone else understand this. It is when you go out for the day and you wear your freshly black trousers and you get home late and tired and you quickly look at them and think ‘oh brilliant, they still look clean, I will hang them up and get another wear out of them before they enter the long queue for the washing machine and I don’t see them for another month. As I unclip them from the hanger and quickly check them over, there it is!! A dried rusk/biscuit stain obviously been given to me by my dear young two year old and I didn’t realise. It always bloody happens to me. When you go to put the nice jumper or shirt on again thinking you are in the clear then as you do a slight turn in the mirror to check your behind, there it is… a dried smear of some sort of child fluid on the back of your shoulder and it makes you want to cry. Back to square one I go….
From the corner of my eye I could see them!!! It was like they were quietly calling my name…..”Natasha, your glorified PJ’s are over here ready and waiting for a lunch date”. Oh sod it! on they go. I will walk in boldly like I have just finished a power work out or spinning class and pretend I am just getting my breath back from it all.
The Price of an Essex Lunch
I never thought I would say this but I am turning into my Mother when it comes to eating out. I remember the days when I was working up the City and earning good money and every single penny of it went on myself (I did actually give my mum rent each month) but she was hardly extortionate. We would go to lunch and my Mum would say “how much, £6 for a sandwich, think of how many sandwiches you could make yourself with that”and I would respond in the same way I always did, “oh live a little mum and chill out, that’s what it is these days and its not that much”. Well of course I wouldn’t think it was that much when earlier on in the day I spent £200 on a dress I would probably only wear once and know that later that night I would spend another £100 on cheap wine and alcohol, then probably vomit all down the £200 dress!!!
Fast forward quite a few years, three kids, a mortgage, bills, big family car and I am totally in agreement with my Mum. In actual fact I am worse. I now cant even help myself if I go out for a friends birthday lunch or dinner which is terrible of me. Only the other day, my husband and I and our three children decided to stop off at a new local tea shop that does food after we had been out. It was quite a big thing finding a space then getting all three children to walk in the same direction, letting the youngest do his thing by stopping to touch every leaf, brick and car we walked past but we finally got in there and sat down. It took me two seconds to glance at the menu to know I would not be paying £6.95 for a baguette that comes just on its own!!! I quickly informed my husband it was drinks only and that I would rather pay a bit more and go to Prezzo or Pizza Express for an early dinner. I just cannot justify just under seven pounds for a baguette or sandwich or Panini its daylight robbery.
The waitress comes over to take our order and we order two teas and three apple juices. She kindly responds “will the children be having anything from the kids menu”? If I am not going to pay £6.95 for a baguette then I sure as hell am not going to order a jam sandwich which will be half the size and cost £5!!!
Back to today – I ordered a salad (I thought it suited my look of Nike bottoms and Primark running top). I didn’t look to see the price I just rolled with it today, and my two girlfriends I met wouldn’t even bat an eye lid if a baguette or salad was £17. There are times when you just have to bite your tongue….and then bite into a large chocolate macaroon once back in the car after being too healthy with a mint tea and salad.