"This is really just an excuse to have an orgy, right?

Short answer: No. A Cuddle Party is a non-sexual event."

As humans I think we've lost so much. So much that this stuff sounds plastic. I sure wouldn't like to cuddle strangers, though I'm sure it would be 'nice.' I like cuddling my family, my kids especially. Maybe when I'm an old grunter and the kids have flown the nest I'll need to go to cuddle parties.

I hope they're more popular then.        

                 

More fuss! Another tooth is out. And again the fairies are coming tonight.

By mistake, we arrive at Cosford airbase when there's a model aeroplane show on. Lots of shops with plenty to interest Bradley, in fact he's very excited by them, and cannot decide whether he wants an aeroplane, a remote control car or boat. Finally, he settles on a car, just which one? The ones he looks at are very expensive, and far too old for him. These are serious, or grown up toys.

Esme's none to happy as everything's for girls, though she does spot a pink plane, but would prefer something more girly.

Then, we catch a restored bus to the Cosford museum proper. A double decker is an adventure in itself. This time however, I mention that missiles are for blowing things up... It gets very involved, with Esme questioning me deeply. "Why do they blow cities up Dad?"

From last Saturday, a trip to Shrewsbury swimming pool, and then into the excellent park.

While Bradley's upstairs on the big puter, his sister's downstairs. As they get better I need not run up and down stairs a million times. Just half a million currently.

School Sports Day. Bit of a tough one this. Esme has never wanted to run. I guess, that's because she wanted to win, and knowing she was up against boys—specifically Charlie, she didn't want to compete in something she wasn't going to win.

But, when I got there, I could see from the other side of the track that she was weeping, while Charlie was giving her some earache about something.

I walked around from the parent's side and gave her a cuddle, and some 'never minds' and 'wos the matters.' But to no avail.

Her teacher came up and said, that she didn't have to run if she didn't want to, the headmaster also did the same.

I'm quite sure that they put her under pressure to run, when she wouldn't comply they let peer pressure (mainly from her 'best friend' Charlie try and do their job for them.

She didn't run, and once she'd moved away from Charlie, she seemed much more cheerful.

Bradley and I took part in the toddler's race, I was holding his hand. If only we'd got off to a better start, we'd have won thaty race, as it was we came second. A proud second. And Bradley had a sticker!

This he wore to his school, and was asked by several teacher what the sticker was and explained how he was as Esme's School Sports day.

Esme snapped this picture

And she took this picture

I didn't think this was me, not with all this hair, but then, I am growing it.

Tara Browne's dad: Lord Oranmore and Browne and his mum, I guess.

A slightly more death of an innocent version from Music History: Tara Browne had been driving his Lotus Elan on Redcliffe Gardens when a Volkswagen pulled out in front of him, causing him to swerve his car, striking a parked van. Browne died on the way to the hospital.

There's more technical analysis of the song, about the orchestra the two different songs knitted together...