Busy days

Right - where was I? Still haven't sorted out the photos - took too many, but I can barely remember everything we've done recently. Done too much!

Took three days off work to help out on a school trip that Alice was going on. For the life of me, as it approached I couldn't remember why I thought it'd be a good idea. Still - canoeing, rock climbing, zip wire, table tennis, and long walks in the countryside with a host of ten year olds lacking volume controls turned out to be not too bad. But - somehow? Lonely.

Oh well - back on the Friday night, cooked a selection of quiches (watch out for the jalepenos...) for..... Maypole dancing! Rushed about in the morning dropping kids off, walked to the wrong field carrying Delores, eventually found the right sheep field just in time. Chilly wind. Added our food to the glorious feast, played till the ribbons were wound tight. Played them back again, ate till we were stuffed and did it all again.

Sunday. Decided to check out the route for the Reliability Run - damn it's close! Charging around in the Transit, missing junctions, looking for missing signs, back-tracking for a better route. Eventually we ground to a halt, stuck fast in soft sand in the woods. Hmm. Spot more planning required...

Oh, but Monday! Bank holiday and my sister's birthday! Who, in her infinite wisdom, decided that we should all go to Scarborough for the day on a steam train... Seven-fifteen in the morning she told me the train was. Liar. Still, at least she encouraged me to be there on-time.
Lovely day.
Picnic on the train, smuts in our eyes, playing games and poker dice. Sit down meal, market, arcade, beach, vernicular railway, all tired, back on the train. Clickety clack. Rainbows changed to sunsets as we crossed the fens. Home before midnight - but not much! Aahh - that's planes, trains and automobiles all in the space of a short week or so!

No rest though. Jenny organised her garden for a friend's 40th. A catered BBQ indeed. Mmmm, creme broule. Wet day didn't deter the kids (including me...) from the bouncy castle and trampoline. Most memorable. Tore it all down and rushed to my sister's for her birthday party where we boogied on down again? Ah. No. More like squeezed some space on the sofa and indulged in Eurovision. Wonderfully trashy. Embarassingly, Robert's choice - the Ukranians - came second against our nowhere to be seen selections. Had we actually voted. Which we didn't. Honestly.

So - been a blur. Nothing but a blur. Which might explain my wound like a top feeling, but equally may not. Time will tell.