Sunday, 24 July 2011
Maxs' silly day
Leapt out of bed at 1030 and invaded Jofs' bed to describe my dreams at length. Mostly they seem to involve discovering treasure chests down tunnels.
After an extremely lazy day of lounging around and playing with Pops, we took her round to the JoniBobs where there was to be a Puddle BBQ event. Outside we met Elizabeth who has just bought a house in the same road: do you think we should buy a house there too? We got on with it while the parents chatted, the hovercraft was popular although there were a couple of casualties. These were cured with nobbly-bobbly ice creams and high levels of mothering. We tried to fit in the upper storey all at once which is why Pops got a damaged hand and Erin fell down the ladder. Ben and Bobert have started a dangerous fad of leaping directly from the roof onto the gravel path which I suspect will end in tears soon enough. We brandished swords at each other and used the small stools as howitzers and ack-ack coastal defence against the many invading aircraft we imagined. If only we'd used them to shoot down the wasps that plagued the picnic.