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Village Funfair

I'm not much one for funfairs. Not sure what it is about them, but I find them faintly creepy places. But this weekend the Histon Green has been given over for a funfair which routinely visits the village.. The little man has been seeing it slowly erected over the past few days and calling out its presence, in particular the "roundandround" which he loves. So this afternoon, when he returned from a friends birthday party, I took him off to have a look round. He walked there really well - certainly improving in his walking now - and he was quite excited to see the round and round up close. Actually that was all he wanted to see, so 2.50 later I sat him in the tiny emergency vehicle and off he went, up and down and round and round. He did the same waving and saying "bye bye" that he did on his birthday when we went to Willows Farm which gave him his first experience of merry-go-rounds. Afterwards I managed to distract him from his persistent call for more roundandround by taking him on the dogems. Perhaps that was a mistake, but for the first half of our ride he was loving it and doing most of the steering. Then things got a bit rough as we joined the fray of other cars. At this point we had our first bump, hitting another car square on the side. The collision resulted in a face-on-wheel impact and left the little guy clutching his upper lip and crying (largely obscured by the general noise of the fair) plus a dab of blood. Sadly we only just regained composure as the ride came to an end and it was time to head home for tea. He moaned most of the way home to go again on the roundandround, but I managed to ignore it and we enjoyed a dinner of garden veg spaghetti outside in the garden. Later, as we recounted our visit to the fair, the mention of the dogems was immediately described in terms of the pain caused. Oh dear, it's another case of the helmet clip when talking about Berty the pony.

[2017-07-01]

Lazy?

10 years ago I dug up my first potato in my newly created Kitchener Allotment patch. That was during the early part of my PhD - they were the halcyon days. Now I'm living in Cambridge with a family, that's quite a change and while they are still good times, there is a small sense in which part of my longs for that past. Perhaps, on reflection, I've always been like this. Maybe I'm just one of those people. It doesn't help having less garden space these days and living in the heartland of nowheresville (i.e. East Anglia - the arse end of the UK, literally and figuratively).

I shouldn't complain, I guess. For one thing the soil here is SO much better than Soton. Gone are the plateau gravels which were the bane of my existence then. I gave up completely on a spade as it just didn't work (even when it came to digging the graves of my rabbits which took some effort). And life with a 2 year old is simply smashing. His joy and energy are a thing to behold (and then put down when I realise I am definitely not as young as I thought I was - where does he get the energy?). Watching him learn is fabulous, and something about which I keep meaning to write least I for get my experiences. Which, of course, I have. Can I remember what he was like only last year? Barely it seems.

So this post is mostly to break the silence of the past few months. Work is busy and life is busier, which is partly an excuse but also true. I'd like to promise I'll post some photos soon, but my backlog there is growing each week. So much to do.

[2017-06-24]

Wednesdays

So today was the first in a slight change to routine. I'm trailing a four day week to give me more precious family time and also potentially offer Dr K a little more opportunity to do some additional Pilates instructing. We all went out together in the morning to visit Anglesea Abbey with some other village mums. The weather was glorious, with a coolish start becoming quite warm with almost pristine still conditions. We visited the Lode Mill where we watched the things go round and round. We love round and round. Then had a picnic amongst the grand avenue of lime trees allowing the boys to wonder off for quite some distance to explore and find sticks. Just before we left I was attacked by a masonry bee which thankfully for me stung my t-shirt rather than my neck, but left me sad that it was then going to die (a passerby commented that there were plenty more and so I should't be sad, but that's not really how it works for me). Then in the afternoon we had lunch and played in the garden and walked to the village duck pond. All rather splendid and helped enormously by the favourable weather. Back to work tomorrow.

[2017-05-10]

Holiday End

I've had this past week off and it's been a joy to spend time with the little guy. He's growing up so fast now and has changed so much just over this last week. Thankfully there is still lots of his delightful gibberish but far more often now there are words used to communicate. Sometimes repeated with interjections of gibberish like the scene in Frasier where we see the world from Eddies perspective. It's quite adorable, though I realise its an acquired taste whereby you have to be related to find it adorable, otherwise he just looks like an crazy little old drunk man. There is also his insatiable appetite for tractors, lorries, road sweepers, bin lorries, motorbikes and frankly anything remotely industrial. He bloody loves them. Recently we've been fortunate to live on the main thoroughfare for a succession of tankers transporting sewage around a broken section of the sewer. They are passing through the village three or four times an hour, every hour and he loves screaming "liquid lorry" as they thunder past. It's got to the point where the drivers recognise us and wave. Simple things.

[2017-05-07]

One Today (but only just)

It was the tractor book which had me in tears tonight. Right from the first dig-dig-digging. I think he suspected something was odd as he kept looking up to see why daddy was speaking oddly. It has been a gorgeous day, sunny and warm (not filled with a thunderstorm), two play dates (one home and one away with lots of sand), we had a bit of toy shopping, greengrocer shopping (sadly now in a neighbouring village), a compost run, the sight of a bright orange rescue helicopter, dinner alfresco, and even a chiminea fire. Pretty full on joy and a lovely celebration of his oneness. Tomorrow, two.

[2017-04-06]

Conspicuous

This is a word I don't like. I don't like the spelling, and neither do I like the way it's pronounced with hardly a reference to the way it's spelt.
Then again I'm also not much of a fan of 'spelt' - it's spelled, Shirley?

[2017-03-24]

First Barefoot Walk

It was more of an accidental occurrence than a planned exertion as the little chap accosted me as I cycled up the driveway and rather than heading home his plan was that we were going out. I phoned home from Tesco to check​ that there was no dinner burning and then headed on up the village. It was at this point, around the bakery, that he kicked off his wellies and naturally i did not take any persuasion to join him. We then walked on unshod to the ducks in the pond and then further to the park were we did the climbing wall (which is way easier barefooted) and the solid steel slide​ - a little chilly - as the sun set. This was rounded off by the excitement of seeing a tractor drive past the village green. What could be better?

[2017-03-14]

Three Word Thursday

This evening, while having a bath, was the first time the little guy strung three words together. It was only last Thursday that he did two at a time, which I think was "daddy down". During the week there have been increasing range of instructional two-worders with a lot of them involving saying bye-bye to me, Dr K, Eme (auntie) etc. Tonight, at the end of our bath I heard "Daddy get out".

[2017-02-09]

Nearly there...

After just over three weeks Dr K and the little guy are on their way home. When I checked first thing this morning there were over Mongolia; now it's somewhere in Russia west of the Ural Mountains. It's been a packed few weeks with bike maintenance, film watching, some Lego building, friend visiting and more DIY than I could have imagined: plastering, painting, filling, cutting, insulating, shelving, moving, mounting, fixing, tweaking and the odd bit of safety-proofing. I'm nearly finished now with just over two hours to go and plenty of cleaning up to accomplish before it's fit to welcome my family back home.

Heading Home. © Nick Bailey
Dr K and little guy on their way home

[2017-01-22]

New Year's Day

Migraine still sucks.

[2017-01-01]