We had an early morning visit from my sister-in-law, well, early for us in that we were all in a state of dress ranging from pyjamed to naked. It probably felt like mid-morning for her as she was on her way back from the school run. She gave us a party invitation and then we chased her away to get ready for our day out.
We would have been early ourselves had we not just carried on driving instead of turning off and going twice as far again. We got there in the end though and managed to have discussions on a couple of landmarks which we’d not have seen if we’d gone direct. With three out of the four children being girls who don’t like dinosaurs even Master R doubted his bravado despite his usual random phrases of "I’m not afraid of anything", all four children were itching to hit hysteria at every hint of dinosaur which meant the ‘educational’ part of our visit was over very quickly. Playtime was good though with the children running off to play together. It was a really great day out and on the way home we resolved to try and go somewhere every week.
When we got home we investigated a noise round by the garages and found a man with a pretty big remote control vehicle. He saw us watching, offered us a look and explained how he raced remote control cars and also repaired them. I think he’d have been happy to talk to us for ages about them but with my total lack of interest, knowledge and warm coat we thanked him and moved on.
We are reading a Mr. Twiddle book by Enid Blyton at the moment which Ms. R is really enjoying. It’s predictable enough that she knows whats coming and it makes her giggle and sigh. It’s a little bit irritating that she keeps pointing out words that she recognises and asking me why they are there, what the rest of the sentence says and whereabouts I am although at the same time very reassuring that she has a natural interest and seems to be progressing towards reading without any real effort from me.