Football, ballet, kites, bouncy castle, jungle bungle, Matalan, sunglasses

9.30 am. So me and Bradley end up doing our usual football practice as Esme does her ballet. I'm not allowed to take pictures of this. I'd really like to get one of the changing area, parents and kids in ballet costumes everywhere, such pandemonium. But obviously, no chance. I may ask to get some of the class room. Esme keeps telling me how wonderful Miss Nichola is, maybe she'll let me, if she sees actuallly in the camera what shots I've got. Can but ask.

At the end of Ballet I say to Alison that I don't know what to do with the kids today, and she says there's a kite show in Shrewsbury. As it happens I was thinking of catching the train over there to go swimming. Nice view from the A5 at the end of the M54, looking toward Shrewsbury and Church Stretton, Welshpool and the Long Mynd. See map.	I have to fill up the Renualt with petrol. Get over the Shawbirch to pick up my cash card of Amanda who's cutting out baby sitter's hair, also swap cars, drop a map off to Alison, who now I find out is also going to the kite show. Fill up the Fiat, as that's empty too (grr) and get to a cash point, before I can drive over to Shrewsbury.

Kite Festival. We made it! A few specialist shops, one kites, one boomerangs, one frisbees, and one African art, dunno why. I'd love to get one of those huge kites, that look like parachutes, but at £108 I can't really justify it. Anyway, there's very little wind, most of the time there's no kites up, then a gust lasting maybe 10 minutes puts loads of kites up. I spend ages running with Esme and Bradley and our kite, trying to end the pouts re: who's turn is it now, with Alex, Francis but not polite Amy joining the melee. It's worth all the hastle to see Bradley running off with the kite high in the air, he runs right to the edge of the field, then turns around, thusly the kite falls, but I can hear him he he'ing to himself as he goes. Esme give it some too. I just wish there was enough wind to do without the running, then I could get another kite - one each - to stop the constant "my turns."		Aunty Alison, has a go with the kite for Bradley, while Alex, her son is giving it some with his in the background. His goes quite well, and he runs off to the edge of the field, Alison sets off after him fearing he won't stop. This is a common problem all day.
Of course, the ladies come prepared, with blanket, picnic, and all the trimmings. Me? Well, I only heard about it a few minutes before we set off, so that's my excuse. I supply the chips from the take-away stand. Sue (sunglasses) is sitting down giving instructions and disciplining the queue for the rocket machine. Just jump on the box, and it flies through the air. Bradley gets pissed off, because first time I pick him up and drop him on it. He wanted to do it himself, and in front of his peers I think this is too much - he wants to go home. Eventually he gets it, and can jump on the box just like the rest. He also pointed out that we'd got one of these pump boxes at home, for the swimming pool.
Esme's a bit mardy today. I think it's due to a small cold. She has a little cut on her finger nail - biting her nails - it takes me ages to bring her back to reality. We all have some crying troubles. I think it's the sun, as they're all wincing, even though it's not shining, it's very bright. She had this top for Xmas	Got no idea what he's got in his hand. But he does well again with the toilet. I say to Sue as I notice him pulling his willy, "very Italian." She laughs.	Pretty funny seeing Bradley with his hands behind his back. Amy, Sue's daughter, chases a frisbee in the background.
Sue, and Alison disappear off to the tent shops, and come back with a kite each for Alex, Francis and Amy. I sigh. Knowing that I'll be doing much more running about, more tangles, etc. It works to not so bad, but at one stage we'd got four kites trying to fly, kids running every direction trying to launch them, phew! All in all it's a good day. Pity about the wind, I think I'll come back with them again on Sunday, maybe windy then.	Francis, Alsison's middle daughter, she's turning out to be huge, not fat, just big and tall.	If you want to get a head, get a hat. Esme looks so cool in her Barbie base ball hat. Bradley looks a nob. Have to get him some more selection in hats. Esme gets a pick frisbee, green seems to be Bradley's favourite colour at the moment. I'll pack well if I end up going there again tomorrow.

		"Me go moon."

	I ditch Esme at Sue's. Bradley isn't allowed. He's too young and needs too much attention. Amanda's to cut Sue and Amy's hair. He's not amused and throws a tantrum. I have to man handle him into the car. I ask him where he wants to go as way of commiseration. "Gungle bungle." We stop out side as there's a bouncy castle. Bradley finds it hard to climb the first bit, as it's so steep and he's in socks, at the end he can, "do it, on mine own."	It maybe a blurry shot, but he looks ever so good in the Bart sunglasses watching telly with the curtains closed, I just had to add it here.
He enjoys himself inside, as there's hardly anybody else there. He even climbs all the way to the top, which is some height. Then we go to Matalan to buy some glasses and dishes. We also buy some sunglasses as they were by the till and I remembered them squinting at the sun at the kite festival. Bradley pulls the stand apart, but the youngsters at the till can hear but not see. I smile broadly and the think it's funny, I say to Bradley get ready to run, he says why? Another trantrum in the car, he wants to go to Alison's as "it's nice there." But we've got to go home for dinner. He's plonked in front of the telly, with sunglasses on and I get 10 mins of kip awaiting Amanda and a MacDonalds. End of a full day!

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