7540/20469
I think we can call that three days in a row, though it got a bit tough towards the late afternoon as both Catie and I remembered we had shows to perform.
In the rainy morning we decided to go to the cinema, but missed the Kraken film that the kids wanted to see because of a closed road, so saw the Barbie Movie instead, which was probably more aimed at adults than kids, but kept Phoebe and Ernie rapt, so that's good. I enjoyed it.
We then risked a fine in the car park, where we were only supposed to stay in for 3 hours, by having a quick pizza at Pizza Hut, which was a lot nicer than I'd expected. We headed back towards Ventnor, stopping in Godshill to visit the Model Village, which was HUGE. Though we may have accidentally just walked round the actual village..
No, I mean the model village was huge in scale, if scaled in size. It took up a lot of land. There was lots in it. But everything was small. So that was lucky. The model village was of the village we were in, which means it included a model village. And inside the model village was another tiny model village. But I was disappointed that there was no model village in that model village. Or at least one that could be seen with the naked eye. I then told Phoebe to look upwards behind her, to see if we were also in a model village. But we couldn't see anyone looking down at us. But then the people in the model village didn't seem to notice up. So who knows?
Then back to Ventnor and I tried to do a bit of prep, but had to get down to the venue early for an interview. I was playing a small tent in the park which only seated 100, because I made a late decision to perform and 5.30pm in the Nest was all that was available! But it was ideal for a work in progress and I had another good gig. Though as I turned to the audience to confirm to someone in the front row that I have an exceptionally beautiful penis, I realised I was directly addressing some teenagers in the front row who had come along with their dad. They looked about 14. So I acknowledged that I would be going to prison for this error.
I couldn't bask in the glory, partly because there was none, but also because I had to get home to tag team my wife (and not in a fun way), though I bought us a Chinese takeaway to enjoy before she left.
She disappeared into the night and I did a bit of tidying and packing and was snoring in bed by the time she came home. Some kind of Isle of Wight creature made such a weird noise out in the darkness that i had to check both my kids were alive before I slept. They were. So that's another successful day of parenting based on the only metric that counts.
