A quick update
Frankie wins his spurs for learning to pedal. Nothing can stop him now, not even hills. He loves it. The next Chris Boardman I reckon. He's also started swimming lessons, and soon he'll be doing dancing lessons and gymnastics. go frank go.
Patrick meanwhile is moving on up to cubs, he went catching crabs tonight down the sea front.
And also he had his first guitar lesson at school this evening and is quickly mastering the main vocal line to "twinkle twinkle".
The Strawberrys are begnning to redden and the courgettes are almost as big as my fingers, I can hardly wait till they is full grown and sitting in my tum.
So you can imagine how excited we all are. We had a trip to the theatre for seussical the musical t'other week . That was grand. Both boys enjoyed it - especially the half time ice creams and the little binoculars. All singing all dancing and all fun. Frankie is starting to learn to write his name as well, whilst Patrick got his school report rating him as hot shit in teh brains department but peraps a lttle lazy. averaging an ability of a 9 year old, with the reading age of 11. good work. It'll be 11 plus soon though so we cant rest on our laurels. Meanwhile Frankie is preparing for his first year at pre school in September so we gotta get teaching him his abc and 123. He can count upto 20 at a push but cant tell the difference between a 1 and a G. Still, i reckon he's pretty bright and he can certainley handle lifes little challenges, albeit with a ratehr brash temprement.
Anyways, i'll leave yous to digest all that info. if anyone still reds this thing.
tra
PS must get some of you chaps over soon, i might post an invite on the face, since that seems to be where its at these days.
out
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Knowsley hall music festival
Mud and who. that was last weekends treat. And boy was it. First up, Patricks summer fayre as he was doing the doopsy do and other trad-dance moves. bought into some crazy golf and almost an inflateable climbing frame until some joker slashed it. Still, bigger and better things were on the horizon and the rain was holding off.
Met Hellie at Lime street after some dazzlign footwork from young master thelwell and we was off. frank stayed at his nans so no worries about tired littl eyes.
AFter the most ridiculous queing and verification system this side of dover customs, we got in. We had to first of all queue for almost an hour to park the car, then take our walletts, knives bombs and belt buckles off and put them in a plastic bag. then on to check out 2 where we had to down the vodka cunningky disguised as water and dispense with the empty bottles and also remove all the food, in case it was a bomb or a knife i presume. I used the parent wild card to perusade the fool on the till that kids need crisps and sweets. He wasnt fooled by Jans mums cleverly putting them in a paper pescription bag. He let me off and I didnt mention to him the two bottles of juice tucked away in between all the coats. Next stop the metal detector where we had to show the man our plastic bag with weapons in whilst he strip searched our cavities with a probe. Then it was a 15 minute hike round the perimeter fencing till we got to the next gate where we gave in our tickets and then raced in like the bell for first break just went.
Unforftunatley the tehre were no security chaps on the fence so all the drug dealers and undesirbales just hopped over the fence. perhaps they should have put the ticket collectors on teh first gate...
Musically it was a bit patchy till the coral but we had dodgems to keep us entertained til then. Also i must mention the maybes who pretty darn rockin. and 2 hour beer queues and a ridiculously english queue for the toilets. in fact it was queues everywhere. the beer queues were soon beaten by everyone forking ot 100s of squids on crates and crates of booze so the pace was full of paraletic scousers on drugs. a great laugh when you dont have a 7 year old kid wondering why a full grown man was struggling to keep the ice cream away from his forehead and chin.
It was a laugh though, apart from half way through the coral when the copz went berserk and ploughed through the crowd on quad bikes - lights and sirens blazing, stompong over the picnic blankets and drug addled comatosees laying strewen around. so everyone chucked their bottles at em. leading to injuries to passers by. Worse was to come when some chap collapsed right in front of us. pretty scary for the young patrick so we moved round the other side.
The who did us proud, despite the torrential downpour that greeted them on stage.
Eventually we had to go, traipsing back through the mud, struggled to find the car and then home.
a cracking day out.
ill tell you about seusical the musical laters
Met Hellie at Lime street after some dazzlign footwork from young master thelwell and we was off. frank stayed at his nans so no worries about tired littl eyes.
AFter the most ridiculous queing and verification system this side of dover customs, we got in. We had to first of all queue for almost an hour to park the car, then take our walletts, knives bombs and belt buckles off and put them in a plastic bag. then on to check out 2 where we had to down the vodka cunningky disguised as water and dispense with the empty bottles and also remove all the food, in case it was a bomb or a knife i presume. I used the parent wild card to perusade the fool on the till that kids need crisps and sweets. He wasnt fooled by Jans mums cleverly putting them in a paper pescription bag. He let me off and I didnt mention to him the two bottles of juice tucked away in between all the coats. Next stop the metal detector where we had to show the man our plastic bag with weapons in whilst he strip searched our cavities with a probe. Then it was a 15 minute hike round the perimeter fencing till we got to the next gate where we gave in our tickets and then raced in like the bell for first break just went.
Unforftunatley the tehre were no security chaps on the fence so all the drug dealers and undesirbales just hopped over the fence. perhaps they should have put the ticket collectors on teh first gate...
Musically it was a bit patchy till the coral but we had dodgems to keep us entertained til then. Also i must mention the maybes who pretty darn rockin. and 2 hour beer queues and a ridiculously english queue for the toilets. in fact it was queues everywhere. the beer queues were soon beaten by everyone forking ot 100s of squids on crates and crates of booze so the pace was full of paraletic scousers on drugs. a great laugh when you dont have a 7 year old kid wondering why a full grown man was struggling to keep the ice cream away from his forehead and chin.
It was a laugh though, apart from half way through the coral when the copz went berserk and ploughed through the crowd on quad bikes - lights and sirens blazing, stompong over the picnic blankets and drug addled comatosees laying strewen around. so everyone chucked their bottles at em. leading to injuries to passers by. Worse was to come when some chap collapsed right in front of us. pretty scary for the young patrick so we moved round the other side.
The who did us proud, despite the torrential downpour that greeted them on stage.
Eventually we had to go, traipsing back through the mud, struggled to find the car and then home.
a cracking day out.
ill tell you about seusical the musical laters
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