Oh bloody hell its 07:00 and the Easter Bunny has overslept meaning my son got up, dressed and was out in the garden by 07:10 looking for eggs that weren’t there!! He was gutted, utterly convinced the bunny had forgotten him this year. I dragged my tired carcass up and distracted him with the Tales of Sinbad giving me a chance to slip out into the orchard in my pjs and no shoes (why the hell didn’t I put shoes on) anyway I hopped amongst the trees hiding eggs high and low, I even rolled one into a patch of stinging nettles (accidentally)………what a great parent I am! I stealthily slipped back indoors and gave it 10 mins before saying “I wonder if the Easter bunny left them in the field as I’d locked the garden gate” he was off like a shot and his little face lit up when he started to find them!
Before breakfast I tucked into my Ferrero Rocher (ferocious rochets as they are known by us nutters) Easter Egg and it was crap!!! Disappointed doesn’t cover it, it was thin and waxy as hell like the cheapest cooking chocolate the rest will be made into cornflake cakes.
I had to fill in Fabians beloved trench he and Millie had dug one summer, it had become a death trap, not for him but for me falling in the edge of the rotten thing as they had dug it right next to the path, the sandbags had rotted and it was looking tatty (I’m sure the trenches during the war were kept spit spot) I promised I would build him a camp to replace it and as nothing you say to him is ever forgotten I kept my word and started on an army base with a watchtower, at the moment it looks like a pile of old pallets and a sawn up rather snazzy John Lewis cot (he never slept a single whole night in) and that’s because it is (for anyone thinking it was a waste of a very expensive cot, I’ve been trying to give it away for four years) I rang my super talented dad a couple of days ago and asked him for a Browning machine gun to mount on the tower (he did ask if I wanted it working and from anyone else that would be taken as a joke but you never really know with my dad coz he will have the know how) this evening it arrived and it’s fantastic, Fabian hasn’t stopped playing with it! I know guns etc are frowned on as toys these days but that boy eats, sleeps and breathes army stuff, his knowledge of wars is incredible for a six year old and as long as I’m raising a soldier and not a serial killer I’m ok with that.
A massive day for my boy, he finally attempted to ride a bike, he’s really struggled with balance so didn’t even want to try but today with a lot of encouragement and a smaller bike given to us by a friend he mustered his courage and just went for it, ok stopping was a problem he crashed into the front of the Saab and the neighbours car (no damage so we kept quiet about that) but every time he fell he dusted himself off and went again, well apart from the time he took a handle bar to the groin injury so he rolled around clutching himself crying “argh me peanuts”, by the end of the day he was flying around the farmyard and I could be prouder of him!
Didn’t see much of Millie but she did make me laugh when she came down wearing a fluffy rabbit onesie, she didn’t find it funny when I said it looked like the Easter bunny has let itself go! She did a couple of jobs for me (under duress) before sloping back up stairs to FaceTime her boyfriend/he’s not my boyfriend Mop or Henry as I insist on calling him to her annoyance. He seems a nice lad but I’m definitely team Jack the other non boyfriend in her life, both have long hair which is not on my approved list but one looks like he washes it the other does not!
Too knackered and far too hot for gardening. So slumped on the sofa watching My Girl, why oh why do I do it to myself I was crying as it started and by the end I couldn’t see for tears but I just love it! The first time I saw this was at the cinema in Tunbridge Wells with my old boss Val and the girls from Katie Janes, we walked in like giggling school girls and came out looking like we’d been to a funeral all puffy eyed and snotty noses, it was still a great night out! I only got up to make dinner which takes me nicely into my daily what’s on the menu paragraph!
I pulled out all the stops making Dropped scones with caramelised bananas for breakfast. Chicken and sweetcorn sandwich for lunch and the roast venison that was all prepared for today is now postponed as it was too hot for a roast dinner and British bank holiday weather is set to resume tomorrow so makes sense to have it then, this meant baked potato with prawns and salad seemed a better idea.
Another Tomb Raider evening only this time with a side order of Gerard Butler phraw, Giz said he didn’t realise Gerard was in it, Fabe said “what, do you like him as well” I said “well not like I do……..I hope” Giz was doing my head in bouncing around like tigger so it was a huge relief when he went to bed early and I could settle down with Paul Hollywood and his Pies and Puds.
Life but not as we know it 