We started by walking on the Leas, then went to the Italian ice cream shop where we had our first Ice Cream of the year.
Wendy was wanting to push her pushchair, which is how it is every time now. In the ice cream shop street, there were a lot of people around and Caelyn wouldn't let her push it any more, so she dropped down onto the pavement to have a paddy. But her heart wasn't really in it because she didn't cry or make a sound. She just lay there while her mother waited patiently for her to behave. So after a little while she looked up and saw we were trying not to laugh so she began giggling herself. Then her Dad came to save the day by wiping her hands with a tissue.
(To view the album, click on the picture and wait for the photobucket page to open. When it does, on the top right side of the screen, there is a button that says 'slideshow'. Click on that and just let it run)
On the way home, we stopped in Augusta Gardens for Brak and Babe to run around and wear themselves out. They had a great time and my favourite picture in the album is of a friendly kiss between two people who have been married for 3 years and who are still very much in love even with all they have been through together.
You just have to wish them well!
When we got back, Caelyn, Wendy and I had a sleep. Nigel went out to get a new fluorescent light for the kitchen and he got the lights in the kitchen working again. He did research for his college project too. Later on, Caelyn cooked the dinner and Nigel hoovered while I bathed Wendy because I'm having fits of bronchospasm and can't do that sort of thing at the moment.
Sean has gone to stay in a hotel in London so that he can start queuing to see the Terracotta Warriors at the British Museum. I hope he gets in - he tried on Thursday and had no luck. He has armed himself with the anorak Marie gave him for his birthday, and umbrella and some cooked sausages and rolls. Early rising doesn't suit him, poor love, but he is determined to do his level best to get to see the exhibition because this is its last week. They sell 700 tickets a day but you cannot pre book them. You have to queue before the doors open. When they sell you the ticket, they tell you what time they will allow you in to the exhibition. Its absolutely crazy! Sean lost a whole day in the office on Thursday. He got up very early, went to London and was in the queue before the place opened but he was just out of luck. There surely must be a better way of doing things than that!
No comments:
Post a Comment