Today Pops and I went to Paultons Park.
We made an early start, installed in the car at 0845. PopsMum had made her a special bag with packed lunch and the medicine to keep her alive but Bud contrived to leave it in the fridge. The journey went well and before we knew it we'd passed the pub where I'd stolen the waiters' tip and we were there. The gates weren't open but we sailed through the executive channel and in. The inner gates don't open till 10 so we still had to wait - something that became a bit of a habit throughout the day. Like a million other short people, we headed straight to Peppa Pig world and onto the rides.
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| Supermodel-in-waiting and Catalogue-Man |
World of Pigs is a new bit so very popular and the queues were very long. Anyway, we did a couple of rides there and wandered back through the main body of the park which was enough for one day even before they installed PigLand and jacked the prices up. We also got naked and did the watery splashpark, got bouncy on the trampolines and got very hot in all of the lengthy queues listening to all the delightful safety announcements on tannoys and looped tapes. OK, so it was half term and we knew it'd be busy.
As you can see from the scores we won and Bud obviously sat out a third of it because he's a lazy old poo, I mean he must have phoned it in, the statistics don't lie.
We had lunch under a tree and consumed loads of drink and ice cream through the day. We even managed to go back to our favourite thing (George Pigs' Spaceship Playzone) which has vacuum tubes you can put balls up and slides and things. We got to choose a toy on the way out and left the park a sneezingly good EIGHT hours after we'd got there.
We'd spent a lot of time in queues and this became a habit as the large crash on the motorway meant it took us an hour to crawl to the airport. Adding an hour to a car journey in full sun after eight hours queuing in full sun is never nice so we heated up and heated up until we were little burnt offerings.
Pops started coughing again (remember the keeping-her-alive medicine that Bud forgot?) and just as we entered Portsmouth I vomited copiously into my favourite hat. Thus when we got home neither of us were particularly happy but a shower and huggies from mummies turned that right around in no time. I was quite wired so told Jof everything at length: I went to bed at 10 and had nice dreams about building dens with Ben.
| THE SCORES ON THE DOORS |
| RIDE | POPS | MAX | BUD |
| Astroglide | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Sky Swinger | 1 | 0 | 1 |
| Wave Runner | 0 | 1 | 1 |
| Windy Castle | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Dino adventure | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Pig Boat Trip | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Muddy Puddles | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Spaceship playzone | 2 | 2 | 0 |
| Magic Forest | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Water Park | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Trampolines | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Bouncy Castle | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Sandpark | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Helicopters | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Rabbit Ride | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Seal Falls | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| Viking Boats | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Tea Cups | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Tractors | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Rio Train | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| Wind in Willows | 1 | 1 | 1 |
| 21 | 21 | 14 |
Today Pops and I went to Paultons Park. 
As you can see from the scores we won and Bud obviously sat out a third of it because he's a lazy old poo, I mean he must have phoned it in, the statistics don't lie.
We had lunch under a tree and consumed loads of drink and ice cream through the day. We even managed to go back to our favourite thing (George Pigs' Spaceship Playzone) which has vacuum tubes you can put balls up and slides and things. We got to choose a toy on the way out and left the park a sneezingly good EIGHT hours after we'd got there. 
We'd spent a lot of time in queues and this became a habit as the large crash on the motorway meant it took us an hour to crawl to the airport. Adding an hour to a car journey in full sun after eight hours queuing in full sun is never nice so we heated up and heated up until we were little burnt offerings. 
Pops started coughing again (remember the keeping-her-alive medicine that Bud forgot?) and just as we entered Portsmouth I vomited copiously into my favourite hat. Thus when we got home neither of us were particularly happy but a shower and huggies from mummies turned that right around in no time. I was quite wired so told Jof everything at length: I went to bed at 10 and had nice dreams about building dens with Ben.
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