The hols are over and here's a pic of me asleep having barely unpacked the luggage (asleep here on Dad's overnight bag). Since then there's been a chance to catch up on old pals and old walk routes. We've done the Rec several times and even met a new friend, blond Labradoodle "Dex" at 18 months, almost as much fun to chase about squeaking at as Artous (see 2CV camping stories a few posts ago).
Tonight the old Cemetery loop in which we are distracted from chasing the rabbits about by shouting and happy yelling of kids from a house on the estate, backing onto the Cemetery. We can see, at a distance, the flicker of flames through the trees, and the kids are yelling "Five... four... three...two...one!" and then cheering wildly. It seems there is a kids party in full swing and the entertainment is a full on fire eater in a black and red jester outfit engaging the girls in lying down while he blew gouts of flame above them, or holding his flaming torch for him etc. As we left, there was one apparently anxious kiddie being re-assured... "There.... Mummy didn't get hurt at all, see!"
Finally, Mum is onto Mrs S, who points out that it wasn't just Dad and Mr S who got cold and wet on the rainy day - she did her fair share of running about getting soaked and implied that if I didn't correct this I might be the one getting very wet in a certain canal next time. Gulp. Scary. Best I sneak back and edit a few posts!
Sorry, Mrs S (Really Sorry)
Ohhhh nooooo.... not the purrrrrsin' o' the lips....... nooo the tappin' o' the feets!
D-d-d-d-d-d-deefskk-k-k-ki (Waily waily waily)
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