I suppose there's a load of things to do on the way home from school. For the past few days, it's been that we shouldn't walk Bradley's secret way, we should go the other way around the bingo hall.
For one reason, I think, that she can walk across the wall, balancing.

Head back roaring with laughter.

It's an old game: I stand too close as they swing back, and the kick me. I over react, throwing my arms up, shouting, 'ouch' or some such, and curse. And this happens time and time again.
At first Esme's away in the distance, but on hearing Bradley's chortling she looks up, smiles, and runs over.
Esme can climb into the swing on her own. Mind, she could do that, probably a year ago.
Two kicks up Daddy's arse and it's the other's turn.

Bradley took this of me. With a beard! (Me, not Bradley.)