A visit from number nine

on Aug 05 in General by

On Sunday Ian from SingleParentDad and his son Max managed to squeeze us into their meticulously planed summer holiday schedule and came up to stay with us for the night.

Fun and hi-jinks were had all round. There was manufacturing of bouncy balls, exploring of abandoned quarries, eating of messy taco’s, and lots of good old fashioned running around giggling. And that was just the grown ups.

After we’d shepherded the children to bed we sat around and shot the breeze. We talked about the walk, schools, and whatever else sprung to mind. We even talked about your blog actually. I was nothing but complementary, but you should have heard some of the things Ian was saying. Man, that guy is bitchy.

In preparation for Ian’s visit I’d taken the plunge and bought some of that pear cider that seems to be all the rage at the moment. Normally being a gruff northerner I wouldn’t touch cider with a ten foot bargepole, but as I was entertaining a soft southern Jessie I thought I better get some in.

By golly, it’s nice. But don’t tell anyone else I said that.

The next day Kerry had to work and so Ian, Max, Amy, Evan and I took a trip to the best museum in the world, the Royal Armouries in Leeds. We held swords, watched falconry and horsemanship demonstrations, and of course visited the all important shop to purchase unnecessary plastic objects.

But the best part of the day was just hanging around in the astroturfed courtyard outside and simply messing about.

Ian’s right you know. Sometimes blogging is awesome.

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