Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Monday, 30 July 2012
============================================================The watery splashpark was dry. Sand and flakes of skin gathered in wind-blown dunes where there should have been fountains and squirtles and geysers and bubblers and stuff. But this was ameliorated by the arrival of Puddlers Elizabeth and the JoniBobs and a giant beach ball, so we played football instead in the highly suitable Dry Gulch Canyon with its added obstacle course and non-slip flooring. I had a go on the caterpillar (soft play inflatable obstacle course) and Bobert got feisty. In addition there is the perennial task of excavating the mysterious old mound (suspected megalithic round barrow) for treasure and antique artefacts.
When the park was built, the men with diggers spent a long time burying a concrete drain pipe section to make a train tunnel and roosting place for mosquitoes. Our job, as we see it, is to dig it up again. In our 4-hour play session we also hit the swingpark and the sandpit, where we discovered we could fill my socks with sand and swing them around as coshes. Once we'd been told off I de-sanded them and put them back on. Expect a sandy shower tonight. We are also qualified Ice Cream Detectives and can smell a freezer from 300 yards away due to microscopic traces of leaked CFC's, much like a shark detecting blood.
Afterwards Ben came back to mine for extended Lego play, always a winner. Bud had been to 7 shops to try and get bath fizzers, and came back with a bouncy Darth Vader toy for Ben. You've gotta wonder whose kid is more important here....
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Friday, 27 July 2012
Because we had chosen that activity, our other one was inside: 'Night Games' (not Nudey room). They turned the lights off and we made a massive den and had to run between safe locations without getting illuminated by the torch. This reminds me of an arcade game I met in 1978 called Escaped Slave Shooter or similar where black chaps wearing only a loincloth ran from 1 bit of jungle to another and you had to shoot them with one of those wooden rifles stuck on a pole in front of the screen, you know the ones. We won't see the like of those politically correct playtimes again.
Anyhoo, today I funded Johnny and Bobert their 50p tuck money, same as I did Elizabeth yesterday. They hadn't run out of strawberry whips today.
Late into the night (2230) we watched the brilliant Olympic opening ceremony (at least until the interminable procession of countries started) and I loved the chimneys, the stovepipe hats, the Mary Poppinses, the Dizzee Rascal, the fireworks, the Queen getting a lift from James Bond, and all the other excellent stuff. 27 million other Britons watched it as well.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
=======================Elizabeth dropped me off at YMCA today and while I played with my friends and Jof worked, he ran 10 miles to seek out the fulsome funbags of youth upon the promenade.
i. And behold, they were good, but all were tethered and gathered in for the night.
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
We went home through the park (free go on the hanging basket) and met Pops who is going to Durham. We recommended the Cathedral tower, nice bit of medieval masonry. I've nearly crushed Jof beneath the advancing feet of my Monopoly army. Bud opened my window to allow fresh air in to help me sleep but I was worried about birds getting in.
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Hello to the world and a special greeting to my latest follower.
Because us little people get so much holiday, they have to take it in turns having my light shine upon them. Yesterday, it was his turn to (fail to) look after me (sunburn, damaged shins, bruises, bike-related exhaustion) so today Jof gets me and she has arranged a trip to the splashpark with anyone who's free.
Once we'd made it out of the house (we were both grumpy and distracted and disorganised) we walked miles to the extremely busy splashpark which is difficult to get to by bus and hooked up with Erin, who had a bonus LittleMax thrown in free. In fact he's so little I reckon Erin and I probably could throw him. We laughed and screamed and splashed as only 450 hot kiddies can, until Erins' parking ticket ran out and we exeunted severally. Lucky Erin has a new paddling pool of Olympic proportions in her back garden. It takes 3 seasons of snowmelt to fill and is currently occupied by a lost dog and 3 nesting herons.
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