You can't beat a good escalator ride. This is in one of the new shops in Telford. Here we go up and I warn, "remember to jump off, watch the end!"

Bradley's a little nervous and takes his time, while Esme's long gone.

It must be utterly fantastic, riding on escalators, looking through the glass as we decend.

He can't get used to the sides not moving, while he does.

Neither can esme and her hand slip..

I'm told to get out of the house and to take the kids with me. Amanda wants to pack the car for our trip to Nanna's in Wales.
Bradley passes a shop we don't usually go in, and spys some crisps. I say we don't go in there and he plays up, screaming and shouting, so I tell him he can go in by his self. Which he starts to do, stops, and shouts, top of his voice, "give me some money!"
Cold shivers run down my spine.
He buys packets of biscuits (on his own), and is eating them in the pic above.

Esme bought the pop, by herself. (She just reminded me about this, as she peers over my shoulder as I type.0
We go to the chippy, and have a sit down. Which brings much amusement to the staff. And to us.

Bradley tells knock-knock jokes to two gilrs, aged about 10, at the next table.

And Esme insists on taking a picture from outside.

We take a walk to the park, the little one. As soon as we arrive, Bradley announces that he needs to "wee-wee."
Where else can we do it? Next to a tree. And Esme protects, not that there's anybody else in the little park, far too cold for that.

And with a "ha-ha-harrr!" He completes the job, by doing the little shake.

And a proud smile for the camera, once I've pulled his pants and trousers up.

Bloody cold! Even the trees look cold.

But still they manage to run around, and I want to come home after only being there 20 minutes or so, they argue and argue that they should stay.

Esme discovers a bit of ice, and wants to take it home.

Bradley's just amused by how cold it is, and how it's melting.

Initially, Esme didn't want to go into the push chair, afraid that someone from school may see her perhaps? She said, "I'm not a baby anymore," when I asked her to hop in, and she walked all the way to the shops.

We had to wait ages here for Bradley to stamp on every piece of ice in this frozen puddle.