Shoppen

When the teen finally emerged from his festering pit having been to two consecutive 18th birthday celebrations* and finally getting to bed sometime after 5am, I dragged him off shopping.
Next Saturday he flies to the U.S. for a two week work placement and so needs clothing suitable for an office environment. We possibly spent longer eating lunch than shopping, he takes direction very well, or maybe that's just because he was knackered and hungover?!

* by no stretch of the imagination could they be called parties, one was down on the river bank ending up in front of the school because they could shelter from the lovely German September weather there, and the other was in M's 'tree house' - which I think is more of a hut/mancave.