Well, I have been in the UK a week with the boys now, and I am having a great time. The amazing British weather has lived up to its world wide reputation and been absolute garbage one day and perfect the next…with a smattering of crap interspersed…you know…just to keep you on your toes.
I am driving the worlds smallest car that my brother was good enough to loan me and it has taken us to Swimming Lessons, Football matches and Sundown Adventure Land. Sundown is a great place, a theme park for the under 10’s, which means you aren’t worrying about bigger kids upsetting or hurting your little ‘uns. That said, I think it is some form of Chav Mecca…everywhere you turn, you are confronted with shellsuit wearing, 1 year old kid with earing having, obese parents that swear enough to offend a fleet of sailors (and trust me, I swear…a lot, so I know of what I speak). All of them bowing down to the god of Burberry, ice cream and sweat. It seriously makes me miss Frankfurt when I am surrounded by this. Anyway, I wasn’t there to pray with the Chavs..I was there to have fun with my boys.
We took in attractions from Santas Sleigh Ride (in August….seriously) to The Robin Hood Ride and even ended up in Storybook village, where they have created little houses to represent some of the more popular kids bedtime stories…Jack and The Beanstalk was there, Goldilocks and the 3 bears and of course Rumpelstiltskin ( :-P CW)
The kids ate themselves silly with sweets, burgers, ice cream and drinks…made sure their Dad got soaked on the barrel ride and generally tore the place up. They got to hug the Sundown Bears and went on everything that they wanted to…we even bought Grandad some clotted cream fudge…which was nice. In an unusual manner, the weather held off until precisely the time that the boys were done and wanted to go home…meaning that we got absolutely drenched during the run to the car.
There was a birthday party for my nephew Josh the other day and, in true LaughingWolf Family tradition, we had a rain soaked barbecue…it was superb…all of the family were there and it was a great night to reconnect with my brothers and chat to everyone. I don’t really do enough of that, so I should really make more of an effort in this department.
I took Zak to his swimming lesson and was incredibly proud of the boy-fish that was before me…he is even able to do the correct breathing methods and everything…if I am ever in need of a brick to be saved, from the bottom of the pool…I will definitely be asking Zak to stick his PJs on t0 go and fetch it. On top of that, on Thursday I had the pleasure of watching Zak play football in his team for the first time. He was fantastic, his team won 5-1 and he scored. He also survived a tackle that would have gotten most professional footballers red-carded and probably banned. I was cheering him on like a good ‘un and filming him of course. I can’t wait to take him next week before I head back to Frankfurt.
Brandon was joining in with a training session for his age group too and he looks to be a proper, tough tackling midfielder in the making…I am really looking forward to seeing his first game in the future too.
Today the weather was, somewhat unsurprisingly, shite…so we decided to bankrupt me further at an indoor play area. At least I was able to have a sit down and a coffee while the kids knackered themselves out. Saying that, it took me 2 hours to get 17 miles….17 MILES!! You would think that a large indoor kids play area would be signposted right? I mean, especially one that is hidden away in the back streets of Lincoln. Nope, not a sign in sight. To make matters worse, the road that the directions insisted I followed….no road sign that I could see. I went past it and instantly realised that it would be the road I needed…especially as I then had to drive around 2 miles at 5 miles an hour just to be able to turn around…and then back (past the road I needed…roadworks you see) 3 miles at 5 miles an hour, just to turn around again and have another go. Still, the kids loved it and spent most of their time on what can only be described as a vertical drop slide.
So now I am turning into the rain gambler, trying to duck and dive to avoid those pesky droplets of impending bankruptcy and find things that we can do that won’t require me to actually sell one of the kids.
Anyone going to Stansted next week? Giz a lift! I’ll be the broken man with a small carry on suitcase, a thumb out and a head full of hopes. Don’t ask me for fuel money though, Play Zone will have taken the last of mine for a sachet of tomato sauce…bastards.