We went shopping for clothes for the kids. Mainly for Ingrid, because when we sorted through her wardrobe the other week, we discarded almost all of its contents. Too small, too small, too colourful, too small, too many flowers. Our friends’ 6-year-old daughter will be getting a massive delivery of clothes. Ingrid, meanwhile, now has almost no summer clothes. Two pairs of shorts and three t-shirts, I think the total was, and maybe one or two dresses which she doesn’t wear very often.

While Ingrid tried on clothes, Adrian and I waited.