We came back from Center Parcs early. Only a day early but for some reason it felt like a bit of a failure. Amy was ill, some sort of virus that gave her a temperature and a rash that, judging by her occasional proclamations of “I’m scratching!”, was a bit itchy.
I’m sure given different circumstances it would have been an ok holiday, certainly worth the £200 we paid for four nights. However I wouldn’t want to pay the full price summer rates, it’s just not that nice. The cabins were the main let down – all grey breezeblocks and you could tell the interiors were ten years old. The toilets interested me though (ass oddly they always do) they were a strange shelf design so you could see your turd laid out for you before flushing it away. I should have taken a photo (minus turd obviously). Even for one as predisposed to turd examination as myself it was a bit disconcerting.
Anyhow, we came back yesterday. Amy had the biggest tantrum I’d ever seen when we made her come away from the play gym into the car. Mainly due to a combination of her extreme tiredness and her really enjoying herself and not wanting to go. She made a friend that was very sweet to see, but a little poignant at the same time. One of the blogs I regularly read (in fact the main inspiration that made me start this blog) once said something about the sadness that goes along with the knowledge that walking along with her Daddy wont be the most important thing in a little girls life forever. That’s why I’m doing this I suppose, to try and record the time when it was.
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I think you have a wonderful start on your blogging.
Congratulations!
So are you back then? Hope so!
Seems that theres a lot of to-ing and fro-ing with bloggers at the moment.
Me included!
Ah ha, you’re back – I thought you’d stopped blogging?
Interesting what you thought about CP. Our boys loved it when they were small – I thought it was dreadful and rip off; couldn’t wait to get home.