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Released from writing deadlines (for now) I was able to enjoy a day with my family. I took the kids to get the car washed at the garden centre (they were just sitting inside whilst it happened) because for some reason there is a car wash at the garden centre and then we went for a ride on a little train, because for some reason there’s a little train ride at the garden centre. There were slight horror film vibes as the line sort of just goes into a wood beside the garden centre and the driver told me he is sometimes in trouble for going too fast. I think at one point he said that we’d almost come off the rails. The most embarrassing train journey to die on would be a mini train ride.
It was super cheap and the people running it were nice (when they weren’t murdering kids and burying them in the woods) and let the kids sit in the engine for photos. And I was doing great dadding, keeping the children occupied and entertained. We also had a look at the garden centre and bought some biscuits, because for some reason there are biscuits at the garden centre and then I got them home for lunch.
I then did more super dadding when the kids seemed to be slowing down eating their lasagne by turning it into a football match where every mouthful was a goal (I was the striker kicking the spoon into their mouths) and because they are Herrings, they are competitive and completely clearly their plates. My daughter won 10-8 in a thrilling match.
Is there a podcast in this?
We then watched TV for a bit which still counts, before I took a break to organise my running gear for tomorrow. And then we went to the pub where the new owners had organised a pretty kick-ass fireworks display that a good chunk of the village turned up to watch. It was an impressively huge fire, much closer to the crowd than it usually is and then an impressively long display.
Last time
we’d gone to the fireworks in 2017, Ernie was asleep in a papoose and Phoebe was too scared by the noise so we had to leave straight away. They were both 28 years old at the time.
This time Phoebe was a bit cooler with it, but still found it too loud and we left just before the end. Ernie was awake and enjoyed himself. It was a cracking community event, so well done to our local pub.
Catie and me reminisced about
our first bonfire night back in 2008 and we never imagined back then that we’d be doing this 13 years in the future with two human beings we’d created. But I was very glad that we were.
Thanks Ian Gunpowder. You sacrificed much, but your night is memorable and fun to reminisce about.
