“I’m just going into the charity shop,” Dad says, dismounting from his bike. “To see if they have any brandy glasses. Charity shops are a good place to find brandy glasses.”
“OK,” I say. “I’ll wait for you here.”
It’s been an annoying shopping trip so far: have attempted to buy clips to attach my spin shoes to my real bike, but you need whole new pedals apparently:
Dad rests his bike against the charity shop window. Looking in the window, I see all the fluffy animals sitting on shelves. What sort of person gives their furry animals away to a shop, I think. How cruel. Presumably some people grow out of them, or their mothers give the animals away. Wish I could buy all of them and take them home, I think. They look so sad sitting there, unloved.
And then my eye is caught by someone unusual. At first glance I think he’s a mole, then decide he’s some sort of hedgehog and then I realise: he’s an echidna. In all my years of looking at stuffed toys in shops, I’ve never seen an echidna before. Here he is:
“This one please,” I say.
In the attached photo, he’s posing with today’s cocktail: gin, Grand Marnier, lime and diet Red Bull.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2014. By Chelsea Rooney. Novel about paedophilia.