Midweek Mungling: the Max in the mirror

"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana" - Groucho Marx

We're all on here

I think we all feel that way sometimes.



Off to the park with my namesake and protege Max W. Remembered gloves this time: both of us wrapped up warm. Down the park already were: JoniBobs, Erin and Ben. The parents talked nits and mathematics while us kids worked hard on the yellow curly slide, beat up Bud and tried to avoid the curiously malodorous youth with the birthmark like the Phantom of the Opera and the unhealthy interest in small children.

At one point Bobert discovered that the hanging basket was empty and called us all over. As soon as we were all installed in it, we all realised we wanted to be out of it again and so no group swinging was done: Ben was last out and he did get a couple of rotations before it looked like he'd be headbutting woodchips so he evacuated, only to be replaced instantly by Unreasonably Fat Boy and The Phantom Follower.

Then Max came back to mine for some Mickey and Harry, some pizza and watermelon, and some track and den. During parktime, Jof had found a mouse in the lounge so after much moving of furniture, Bud caught it and released it in the garden (approx 80mph, due west at 45° elevation). Escorted Max home (250 yards) by 7pm (a good 3 hours' stint) with a pair of magnets as a present (here we go again).