Daddy decided it was time to try out his old tent in readiness for his fifth, or will it be sixth, summer jolly. I helped him to simulate rain with the hosepipe, but if that’s what he’s expecting I’m quite pleased I’m staying home with Mummy on that one. Although I was a bit disappointed when Mummy said we weren’t camping in the garden tonight.
Well it’s a good job it we have a few trial runs because no-one remembered a camera or to check where we were going going and how to get there!
In stark contrast to the last christening we went to, this one was a blink and you’ll miss it affair! Seemed more like a paddling pool party – Ryan got all his gel washed out his hair and baby ben just wanted to climb in the water.
I was much more interested in the chocolate cake at the pub afterwards and running around like a mad boy catching giant bugs.
I was very impressed with the big bridge we got to ride over on the way to Hull but was a bit too worn out to fully appreciate the aquarium the next day. I must learn to pace myself if I’m going to survive this summer. Just look how the colour has been drained out of me…
