Abercrombie and Fitch and my Fit Bit.

We have to go to Abercrombie and Fitch.
We have never been to Abercrombie and Fitch before but Zac's god mother bought him an Abercrombie and Fitch hoody for Christmas and it is too small. Zac failed to change the hoody before he went back to university so I said that I would change it and that Maisie could buy something nice and that I would send Zac the money. BUT I am not going to Abercrombie and Fitch by myself so I have persuaded John to come with me. "We can go out for lunch and then we can pick up Maisie and all go together." I tell him.
"Why?" says John. "What for? Why do I have to come?" He adds crossly. "It's my day off." He says. I emphasise the 'lunch' bit. We could go and get something nice to eat." I say. John is also on the God Diet and is longing for something evil to eat. On the God Diet there are good foods and bad foods and foods that are not considered to be foods at all and John would like a mouthful of one of them. He is starving.
I clip my Fit Bit to my back pocket. My Fit Bit was a Christmas present from John and it counts how many steps you take in a day. Then it links up with a dongle and tells you how fat you are and how rubbish everything you try to do is, and draws a graph of the sheer pointlessness of you. I like my Fit Bit .
We end up in an Italian restaurant on Great Portland Street. It took ages for me to persuade john to come to Abercrombie and Fitch but in the end the promise of some evil pasta won the argument. It is 3.30 and John is eating spaghetti bolognese. I text Maisie. She phones me back. "Is she out of school yet?" Asks John. He looks out of the restaurant window. "There are some idiotic looking children," he says pointing with his fork, "they must go to Maisie's school. Does she know where we are?"
I tell Maisie where we are, and she arrives ten minutes later with a group of idiotic children. She stands in the doorway talking animatedly with them. she hugs one and joins us at our table. "Sorry sorry," she says "But Miriam doesn't want to share with Siobhan and Clara wants to share with her but she won't share with Rukshana who can't go unless she shares with someone she knows really well."
"What are you talking about?" Asks John. "Share what? When?"
"Duke of Edinburgh."Says Maisie, "camping in March,"she says.
"I'm not sure about camping," i say "Not in March, can't you stay in a bed and breakfast?"
 Maisie says nothing. She gives me a hard stare. Then she says, "are we going to Abercrombie and Fitch or not?"
we go to Abercrombie and Fitch. You can actually smell Abercrombie and Fitch half way down the street. "Mmm," says Maisie. "What is that frightful smell?" Says John."
Abercrombie and Fitch is pitch dark. There is very loud music. There are girls wearing sun dresses and flip flops and a boy with a six pack hugging Japanese people. "Hi guys, How are you today?" Say all the girls dancing about a bit in the gloom. "Hey, how's it going?" Asks a beautiful boy as we pass.
"Have you got this in a different size?" I reply. "Hey, I don't know," says the boy striking a pose and sucking in his cheeks. His eyes snap sideways and he tosses his fair hair out of his eyes as he catches sight of himself in a mirror. "I'll like ask someone." The boy disappears and we don't find him again.
"I need to not be in this shop." Says John. "It's my day off and the music is making my ears bleed."
"The service isn't very good here is it?" Says Maisie. She picks up a blue jumper. "This is nice. I'll have this." She says. The jumper has Abercrombie and Fitch emblazoned on the front.
"yes have it," says John. "Just get it and then we can leave. the smell is making my nose bleed."
"I like it." says Maisie.
"It's all a bit pick pockety." I say, "that man has just bumped into me twice, luckily I have nothing in my pockets."
We leave Abercrombie and Fitch.
"I think Zac should get a job in there." says Maisie.
When we get home we all collapse on the sofa.
"It's my day off," says John. "Can we watch "The Killing, series 3?"
"You're obsessed with Danish people," says Maisie. "You're probably obsessed with Sandi Totsvig"
I feel in my back pocket for my Fit Bit to see how far short I am of the 10,000 recommended steps I am supposed to take each day on my Fit Bit step counter. My Fit Bit is missing and I remember the pick pockety type in Abercrombie and Fitch.
 O well.