Skaters and toddlers


We’re watching Bored to Death repeats on ABC2. The current episode I’ve seen a few times-he’s tracking down a skateboard thief for Parker Posey’s 9 year old son. It’s funny, seeing all the skaters at the park. Sometimes I am oblivious to skaters, skate parks, skate boards. But the point was made, somewhere by someone, that skater guys always wear jeans and always look good. Then last night, in a blog link blog attack, I found myself reading the blog ofa guy that makes skate jeans and obviously hangs out a lot with skaters. And it made we wonder, about this whole ability to still be into skate culture as an adult with children-this guy has pictures of movie nights, toddler birthday parties, country walks. It all looks good. I doubt any of my husband’s friends socialise together as regularly or manage to look as recreational as these guys. Was particularly impressed by the red headed guy with the massively side parted/chin length seventies hairdo, he looks so much like my old friend Julesthat I can’t believe it’s not him. 

As with most Monday nights I’m lazing around, trying to plan my work clothes. I try and make an effort at the beginning of the week, there should be at least one day in which I look composed and good and it wasn’t today. The lack of hot water at our place means that I am clean but I have lank hair and since it’s winter, I hate getting up early and it’s all I can do to feed myself a full bowl of porridge and get out on time. My son woke me, chirping out my name, he’s dropped “Mummy” and prefers to be like his Dad and call out “Geor-gie!”. Repeat that, about twenty times and you have a toddler.

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