It's full of transporty goodness

Geekboys under a Ladies sign

It was a family fun day at the London's Transport Museum Acton Depot and a lovely time was had by all. Fimb and I brought along our favourite transport geeks and they got on famously. Fimb's husband even helped The Boy get all the stamps on his passport so he could collect his TfL goodie bag which he was proudly sporting on the way home, but not before doing some pretend bus driving while wearing a slightly too large underground Ernie hat.

 
21.10.06 23:28


The 1930 train to Inquisition city has been delayed

10 things about the week-end because I am feeling too tired and lazy to attempt to put it all together in a way that almost makes sense.

  1. The Eurotunnel part of the journey is fast which makes up for the lack of view. The drive from London to the tunnel and from the tunnel to my parents' house is very dull - there has to be a way of making motorways less dull other than brown signs showing off the local specialties.
  2. The thought of hotel room and sneaking behind parents backs are more exciting if you are a teenager than a grown up. As a grown up it sucks a bit, though The Boy loved the idea of secret squirrel stuff and hiding things from his grandfather (bad, bad Mummy).
  3. If I take my favourite canuck for a spot of "play tourist" in my hometown I must ensure he has a full stomach before I get carried away and drag him half way around town before noticing he is not taking any of it in because his mind has reverted to hunter gatherer mode and his brain is focussing on where the next meal will come from.
  4. The girl at the sandwich shop also thought he needed feeding badly and slipped an extra croissant in the bag with a wink, I think she liked him.
  5. Going to France the week-end of the clocks being set back an hour confused my watch a little as it went forward, back and back again.
  6. I do not see what is wrong with the following statement "If you like sauerkraut, that's the place to go ", really I don't.
  7. I should have known better than expect my parents to voice their concern rather than for their disapproval to remain silent. It is so much better that way since it leaves me with no way to ease their worries and allows for disapproval to remain as strong as ever.
  8. My father spot seeing me grow up when I was about 12. He genuinely believes that I cannot fend for myself and his grandson. In its sweetest form it means him and my mum were fussing in the kitchen this morning at 7am slicing cured ham and arguing over whether the bread was too stale or not to be used for our lunch. I came home with about half the contents of their larder in the car. In its not so sweet form it meant that my father whinced everytime The Boy started a sentence with the French equivalent of "In the new place" or "where we are moving to".
  9. The Boy is learning quick how to exploit his mother's guilt though I think the latest deal works out in my favour if he sticks to his side of the bargain: no whinging of any sort for 6 months. More worrying, he nearly fooled my mother into believing that I really want a kitten, well only for a couple of minutes but still that is good going.
  10. It will be funny to discuss with my sister what she thought of the whole thing when I call her tomorrow evening when she's had a chance to clear up after my niece's birthday party and can sit down for a debrief chat.
29.10.06 22:03


Child quote of the day

While watching March of the Penguins on DVD...

"I didn't know they could just slide on their bellies to go faster, why don't *you* do that when you are tired of walking Mummy?"

... somebody is going to be with no pudding methinks. 
30.10.06 21:16


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