These are my new sunglasses. You know, the ones I bought with my first writing cheque. (And oh yes, a little birthday money left over from February - but I prefer to think that I bought them myself with the fruits of my own labours rather than consider the fact that they actually cost twice the amount I earned...)
I love them. They make me feel 'cool'. Which doesn't happen often, since mostly I feel decidedly uncool and more than a little bit frumpy - and also because, in the previous sunnies I owned, I always thought I looked rather like a fly. They might have been fashionable, but looking like a fly is never cool.
They also afford me a certain amount of anonymity, which is why I briefly considered putting them on in church this morning when Boy #2 chose the quietest moment in the service (which is not actually that quiet, thanks to various screaming babies, unruly children - ahem - and chattering adults who should know better) to say, at the top of his voice "Mama. I'm bored. Is it time to go home yet?"
(He might have a point, but a touch more discretion would be nice...)
