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Sunday, August 11, 2013

The thing about having a wife with mastitis is that you soon realise how much worse things could be...


I think that's where they get the phrase 'life sucks'. But while Lisa took to her bed on Friday, the Caped Crusader and Boy Wonder were swinging into action...


Although I think the real superhero was me. Let's face it, it's not every man who can get down to the funny farm on time with a bat costume and a birthday card, and then sneak his mother through the gate without paying. Not that I intended the latter. Unfortunately, Washbrooks Family Farm seem to have disguised their turnstile as a café, and before you know it, you've walked passed the cake counter and are fondling piglets for free.

The reason we were there was to celebrate the 4th birthday of one of Amelie's nursery friends. Here he is on the left, courtesy of a photo I found on Facebook...


Amelie has to bend down, as she's a foot taller than all her peers. The two of them will be in the same class come September, so I'm worried people will think she's been kept down a year. Or is being pumped full of steroids by her parents.

Anyhoo, that was Amelie on Friday afternoon, wearing her normal, everyday farm overalls. But it you really want people to look up to you, you need to dress as a superhero...


... and then stand there, blocking the play equipment. We last went to Washbrooks two and a half years ago, and it's changed hugely since then. Not only is there an all-new covered animal area (complete with piglets, llamas and ponies), but they've expanded their playground significantly. It now features this huge bouncy cushion...


... which is a bit like jumping on a giant inflatable airbed. Or so I'm told. Personally I was staying close to the party food with my Mum and Toby, so I never got the chance to try it.

As it transpired, my Mum was a lifesaver. Whilst it's true that Amelie was happy to run off and play without so much as a backward glance, and probably wouldn't have noticed if I'd driven home for a couple of hours, it was useful having an extra pair of hands, an extra pair of eyes, and another person to pass me the sandwiches. I couldn't have done it without her. And I'd probably be a lot thinner.

The party itself was a roaring success...


... thanks in no small part to the big chap in red, who's the older brother of the birthday boy. He spent the day making tea for the adults, entertainment for the kids, and a success of the whole event. I think Am's got a bit of a crush on him.

Even Toby had a nice time...


It's a measure of just how empty and deprived his life is, that you only have to park him in the corner of a wooden hut with a stick of cucumber, and he starts beaming from ear to ear.

Anyhoo, one of the useful things about sending Amelie to the hospital nursery is that at events like this, you're not only chatting to Mums, you're chatting to doctors. So whilst our children were getting carried away...


... I got some free advice on mastitis from an NHS pathologist. And then bought a cabbage on the way home. The result is that Lisa's now feeling a lot better, and as of today, is capable of full-time childcare again. Which is just as well, as I'm knackered.

3 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

Toby's stick of cucumber fooled me into thinking it was celery - who would have thought you could cut cucumber like that?! And I too am a fan of the big boy in red - he was SO helpful. I think his Mum might hire him out for parties.

Jon the Bassist said...

In the picture of the guy in red in the MDF shed, what is the type of roadkill (in the righthand corner) that they are eating. It looks like mongoose to
me?

Phil said...

In a world where cucumber looks like celery and my daughter's dressed as a bat, frankly it could be anything. Although I think it's a sandwich.