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26 April 2004
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26 April 2004 
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The tyres in Esme's play ground at school. 5 minutes seems like an eternity for me and seconds to them.
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Cat in a hat wasn't much good in my book, but I think they liked it. But, one can never tell. They may have just liked the mere fact of going to the cinema—popcorn, fizzy pop...
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Bradley likes Scooby Doo. Though it's a little bit scarey.
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Just some odds an sods as I catch up with the pix of the kids. These tow are from Cound back in February.
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Other title(s) for this story: Odds and sods
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Why do they pull funny faces on the bridge? I guess it's tradition.
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Leave them for 5 minutes, and when it's gone quiet, you know you're in deep shit.
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Tom from next-door-but-one turns up and Es invites him to the big park. Sigh. But at least he entertains them, thus keeping them from bugging me constantly.
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Brad is being asked if he's going to be OK on his own, as it's his first time — alone!
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After the park—bikes, scooters and tractors in the car park across the road.
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Tom suddenly learns to ride Esme's new bike. Which thrills him, and I think pleases Es and Brad, but I wonder if Es is made a little jealous?
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Surprised this worked. It's in the rear view mirror in the Saab.
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We'd been there a couple of hours before we ran into Alison, Amand's sister and her kids.
Luckily for me I had plenty of time to read all of the news section of the Observer. A rare occurrence — peace and quiet, while the kids played in the brook.
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Other title(s) for this story: Sunday trip to Church Stretton
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Sunday night, after our trip to Church Stretton, there's an accident outside our house. Motorcycle had been tanking up and down our road very fast for most of the afternoon. This time he was unlucky, as he was on the wrong side of the road and bashed into a car. Broken leg for the biker, bust arm for the passenger, not a mark on the car driver.
Much fuss for the kids, ambulances, police cars...
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Bradley needs a wee, and not wanting to miss the show brought his potty outside.
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Our first day on the beach, the weather was on the turn for the better, but still these hardy souls enjoy themselves.
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Another day on the beach. Though it was sunny, the wind was biting, but still they paddled in the water. For me it was numbingly painful I only went in up to my ankles. EsPes and BradPad were in for hours, jumping over the waves.
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Looking into the sun requires one eye shut the other squinted while turning your head to rest on your shoulder.
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Chockie ice cream.
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Bradley had to have help to get out.
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Esme wasn't buried as deep.
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St Ives in the background.
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Our last evening in St Ives harbour with Brad and Es in the foreground.
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We went twice. And only at the last breath of the final trip Amanda and I discovered the Victorian museum. A complete wonder. 40 or so Victorian shops complete with mannequins and all the props. Wish I could have stayed all day there, but Esme wanted out — rapido, and took Brad and Manda. Thus I hurried and then Amanda took her quick tour as I looked after 'them' outside.
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Bradley liked these boats a lot. If only I could get them to work correctly.
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And this is what drew us to Flambards. I initially thought it a pantomime but it's just some geezer on the mike while Capt Hook and Peter Pan pose about behind.
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But they liked it and that was the point, wasn't it.
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One of the best ball pools I've been in. Complete with ball cannons, which Bradley played on for ages, and ages.
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Several people commented on his sunglasses, particularly when he went inside and kept them on. But, as we're both blue eyed I can understand the intensity of the brightness of the sun being just too much.
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We wait for the roller coaster.
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We're all very quiet in the queue. Anticipation!
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Booooosh! Bradley ducks when the water slide comes down.
Interestingly, his head moved as the shutter swept down, thus squashing his head and giving a 'ducked feeling.'
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Amanda bashed her ankles on the peddles. Brad an I were on another boat.
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And these were the best, at least in my book. Bradley though is flung around as I race flat out around the corners.
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I guess this smile sums it all up.
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Looking tough? Not with the teddy. Though putting on your sunglasses first thing in the morning is, I think, pretty cool.
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Me in my holiday hat with Brad, and Manda in the background photographed by Esme which is why I'm ducking down.
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Only two visits to the local pub. On the last visit we played 'the pub game' or RPS which we played wrongly, that is with four people and with dynamite. Nevertheless, hearing Bradley's cackle when he won was worth the world.
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Fantastic green-eyed, red-haired girl.
Trouble.
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