Just enjoyed a week's FREEEE holiday, courtesy of my parents at their place near Kingsbridge in South Devon. They're on permanent holidays (retired), so I've been house-sitting. They live in such a beautiful part of the country with a slipway and creek at the end of the garden, so it's an ever changing and spellbinding scenery. My dog Ruby enjoyed some new places to sniff and squat!
My 2yr wedding anniversary passed by on a slightly less than romantic note. We went to the pub for an evening meal during our stay away, and Oscar cried throughout! I had to rush down my "big boys pie" as the landlord annoyingly described it - it's Steak & Kidney pie....so call it Steak & Kidney pie!! Had hoped for a desert, but the noise levels by this time were so ear shattering, that we had to get the bill and leave quickly with red faces, to the relief and much sighing of the locals. As we walked out, they gave us that look as if to say "Don't you dare darken these doors again"....."came here for a quiet pint, and it was ruined by you".
In summary:- never take a small child or baby to a pub in the evening. He/she is bound to be tired or hungry or both and that spells DISASTER.
My son experienced sand for the first time in his little life and you can imagine the scene.....
He's not quite crawling yet, although he seems to have mastered some kind of attempt at crawling backwards.
So there we were on the beach, and before we knew it, he was picking up hand fulls of sand and examining it briefly before, yes, in it goes, and then....out it comes, along with a scream, wet sand and a lot of dribble.
Yawn yawn, holiday snaps to go on soon.
