Teenage boys and lacy knickers

Ben’s mum and partner left this morning which was sad as we all had a great time last week and enjoyed their visit very much. Elizabeth in particular was very upset and even a bit teary as they departed. Then Ben left for Cambridge so I decided to take the kids to the movies to lift their spirits. We hardly ever go to the cinema. I can’t even remember when I last took them but they really enjoy it and most children’s films are moderately entertaining for adults too. We saw Minions which was mildly amusing.

Before the movie I ducked into Next to get some new undies for myself. I got three pairs and took them to the counter where I was served by a teenage boy. He got a bit flustered and asked me twice whether I wanted a bag and both times I said, “No”. Then he put the undies in a bag anyway. I also said I didn’t want the hangers but this request seemed to drift over his head as he proceeded to give those to me as well. It was like watching a comedy scene from a movie and was probably more entertaining than Minions. Oh, the trauma of being a teenage boy and holding a pair of lacy knickers!