Shielded with SPF 50 and peak caps we(I) walked along the familiar roads while spotting foraging guinea fowl and busy mailmen.
We walked past Oupa and Ouma's house and happened to catch Oupa on his way out to the traffic department to renew his drivers license. Hoping to find short queues he zoomed off to go fill in annoying forms and have unflattering identity photos taken.
We passed a big truck and forklift clearing building rubble from the shopping centre's newer renovations. Choking on the dust we quickly bypassed a big generator truck making lots of noise and emitting lots of heat. Due to a scheduled power outage it was there to help keep the centre's supermarket's fridges running. How convenient.
We popped into the pet shop and had a look at the rabbits, guinea pigs, birds and fishes. Keeping an eye on curious little fingers I managed to keep the Boy's digits from becoming lunch for an enraged bunny or a squawking parrot.
Nipping into the pharmacy I decided to get some anti-fungal cream for a suspected fungi-fied patch of skin on the boy's thigh. I think its a fungal infection as its the same kinda thing, and in the same spot, as he had it when he was a baby. So, I'm assuming its a fungal infection.
When asking the lazily texting shop assistant for some Medaspor she asked me specifics like "Is it the vaginal cream?" right in front of 2 elderly gentlemen from the local retirement home.
I don't like to swear but thank God (repeat three times) I could avoid heart attacks and embarrassment all round and unfalteringly answer "No, the other one, thanks".
With the ointment paid for and stuffed into the pram we headed off for our next stop. I needed to find some cranberry sauce and have not had much luck finding it. Probably because its all sold out by now, five days before Christmas. No luck at the supermarket, the rack where it was stored was disappointingly empty. Keep looking. But I managed to pick up some ingredients for spaghetti bolognaise which also found itself into the pram's limited parcel space.
Deciding to live dangerously I take the Boy into the craft shop with ceramics and gazillions of beads. We find his little mate Demi in there with her mom, whom I have always greeted outside school but never had a conversation with. She is deaf and has never seemed to keen to chat anyway.
Luke and Demi are having fat conversations about the pretty mirrors and I hand them balloons to take a closer look at. Probably not a good idea as I have to chase Luke around the shop trying to get the balloon back. After calculating if the amount in my bank account will cover the damages incurred should my chunky child careen into anything I admit defeat and just pay for the balloon and hightail it out of the shop. Demi and her mom and little brother swiftly follow suit. Her mom and I get chatting outside while the kids ride on the mechanical pony rides.
I find myself a tad amused as we try to communicate despite my stutter and her hearing impairment. I can follow most of what she is saying but am terrified that I have just smiled and nodded when she has asked me a question. Luckily I don't think that happened. That has happened to me and I know how frustrating/embarrassing it can be.
We part ways with Luke and Demi embracing and we all wave "Goodbye and Merry Christmas!". Luke and I head to the nursery to see what seedlings are on sale and to take a look at more bunny rabbits. I decide to buy 2 more trays of seedlings and somehow manage to stuff them into the heaving pram and we start our journey back home huffing and puffing up the 45degree hill we inconveniently live on.
With the morning excursion done I make lunch for us both and sit down with the Boy to watch Ice Age for the bazillionth time.
Good times.
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