Gode nyheder til alle jer der nyder at læse om min mors oplevelser. Hun har til min store glæde indvilliget i at skrive den lange version af “spiffing jagttøj”. Og den starter lige her – jeg glæder mig allerede til at høre om “shooting lessons with Jørgen”
Actually, I only gave you a very brief description of William’s jagttøj. This is perhaps a better one.
William and I were let loose in the Cheshire Oaks outlet – Thomas and Oliver were battling their way to Old Trafford to see Man United.
Arrived at 10.00 – lots of parking spaces to choose from. First had to have a large Starbucks to calm my nerves after safely negotiating a 10 minute drive from our hotel/pub to the outlet. Very hairy, first we are driving on the wrong side of the road, secondly there are 500 cars hurtling towards you with no mercy shown in the eyes of the drivers.
I digress.
We walk round the whole outlet twice – (there are about 150 shops) just to get our bearings. End up in Moss Bross – when I was a child my father used to rent our skiing gear in Moss Bross so they have been in existance since the age of the dinasour.
Our eyes fall on a spiffing tweed jacket with patches on the elbows. William looked very smart in it. The assistance, smelling blood, then conjours up trousers, jumpers, scarfs, quilted jackets etc. etc.
We spend an hour in the shop and end up with 2 quilted jackets (buy 2 and get the second for 300 kr.), 2 woollen jumpers (buy one, get one free), one scarf (relatively expensive), one pair trousers, and one tweed jacket – all for the princely sum of 2800 kr.
After a whole day shopping, we end back at the car round about 15.00 to find chaos. Not enough spaces, people driving around with hunted looks in their eyes – couldnt get at all the bargains could they, if they couldnt park their cars. Could have easily sold my space for 50 quid or so.
When we all met back at the pub, and William proudly put on all his gear and did a twirl for Thomas, who had the following comments. “You will be cold”, “Trousers not thick enough”, where are the boots? The new calm William took it all in his stride and quietly sat on the bed reading his porn magazine, while I told Thomas off.
On coming home, we went to the hunting shop. Here, Thomas tried to fob William off with his old wellingtons so he could buy himself a new pair of boots. That idea was quickly voted down. We looked round the very well equipped Danish hunting shop and Thomas came to the conclusion that William’s clothes were perfect and there was nothing quite as nice in the shop. He will just have to have skiing underwear on.
Next week I will tell you about our shooting lessons with Jørgen.
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Mor