|If only this were Tilly and I. She's on the left, obviously.|
I've been back a few days now, time to start unpacking. I thought I'd sum up what went on along the following handy triptych of statements:
We also visited the coast at a proper little resort town and, despite some awful behaviour from the Girlie, we had fun in the amusements and at an aquarium. Here the children marvelled at sealife, as they are wont to do, and then played in a splash pad like thing in the back and in a sandpit. Because why not. They also spent about three pounds in coppers on the various machines in the arcade and the Boy and I bonded a little more over a racing game.
|It's a good book. It's written in the style of stand-up, what|
with proper brick jokes, clever turns of phrase, witty
asides and views on what was then everyday...
And written in 1886.
|This was the game we played. Trivial Pursuit. I like this|
game, we played it a lot in my family. Possibly with the
same questions as we had on the night (from the 1980s).
It also accurately sums up my tribulations regarding our
marriage I suppose.
On the holiday most of the time was looking after children. I took morning duties, as usual when at home, and Tilly surfaced when she was ready and not before. During the day I was primary for the Boy and generally stepped in with the Girlie if Tilly got frustrated, which was a given I guess. There were some stormy moments that I weathered. Overall, this part is a small 'bad'.
|From the site as it happens.|