Nothing Doing

I haven't posted for a few days, and you might be forgiven for thinking that's because we haven't done anything. Au contraire, the days have been just PACKED with incident.

After the last post, I decided that indoors was all very well, but actually outdoors should have its attractions too. (Like green beans. You keep putting them on your kids' plates, in the hope that one day, having exhausted all the dropping-them-on-the-floor, hiding-them-under-the-gravy, feigning-their-own-death possibilities, they might actually eat one.) So I yelled, WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK! One yelled NO!, another gave me a pitying look, and the third ignored me.

*sigh* They were right - who was I fooling? Luckily the lovely Oliver commented that, provided I brought the wine, we were welcome at their place any time. So that afternoon off we went - the kids to join in the scrum, and me to enjoy some adult conversation. Within half an hour I was gently smashed, and the rest of the visit passed in a very pleasant haze. Luckily the car pretty much knows its own way home, and by the time Jeremy arrived homeI had at least a nodding acquaintance with sobriety.

This afternoon, we told the babes that we were going on a surprise trip. Jeremy had booked tickets for the Doctor Who exhibition, and yes, they were ALL thrilled when they realised where they were. No touching the exhibits, of course, so my looked-forward-to pictures of my little treasures stepping out of the Tardis are going to have to wait until I have a better acquiantance with Photoshop, so all I have is a bunch of pix of them looking gormless in front of K9 and the Face of Boe, of interest only to themselves and their parents. No Empty Children, thank goodness, but Beri scurried past a stone angel while hugging Daddy's leg very tightly, and a display of daleks which came to life VERY SUDDENLY startled the wossname out of all of us.

Topped off with an Indian take-away, it was a pretty Grand Day Out.