Easter break been and gone. Weird holiday that seems to have both flown by and also felt like ages.
Highlights included of course seamlessly infiltrating a crowd of dwarves and spending lots of time with my delightful nieces; taking tea with fairies and sheep and hunting for chocolate eggs in M&D’s enormous garden.
My eldest niece (aged 2) seems to already have got the measure of me. Not too late yet to ensure the younger one holds me in higher regard. Best way forward of fulfilling that would probably be to (a) not speak (b) don’t do anything.
I spent an anxious 20 minutes on Sunday, awaiting certain death (or at the very least… a bit of a surprise!) in 2 of Eddie’s bizarre contraptions up at the The Crocky Trail in Chester. One was a ‘Horror Show’ – a makeshift 4D cinema ‘experience’ if you will. The second was ‘The Dungeon’, which I ended up going in alone because my childerbeast were too wussy and Mum’s excuse was that she had to watch Florence.
TBH I am glad they didn’t come with. They would have cacked it! At one point I feared I would be trapped by my own giant head – dead at 42, wedged in-between 2 pieces of industrial grade rubber, entombed forever and considered by every passing punter to be simply just a part of the attraction.
Check it out if you are ever in Chester, it’s well worth a day out but just be sure to expect to get muddy (& possibly a little terrified!)
Low points of the past 2 weeks would probably be having an already ingrained feeling of inferiority and rejection signed, sealed and confirmed (on more than one occasion). Put in my place it would seem & I now know exactly where I stand. All previous delusions of self firmly smacked down to earth.
Happily this was counter-balanced by my Pops’ rose-tinted recollection of how I handled the baby & toddler years of my childerbeast. (I think he may be getting me confused with someone else but I am happy to run with it) and on that note I shall take my leave.
Happy Easter, Happy Kwanza, Merry Christmas, Kiss my arse and Have a nice day.