Well Tante and Unkle have gone home. During their last weekend with us the sun shone magnificiently and the mercury was into the mid twenties. I have just got on my train to Feltham having left a little later than usual. The reason is simple and comes in the shape of a little boy called Jake.
It was a very hot and sticky night so I left our doors open to let in a little fresh air. After what seemd like hours while of tossing and turning I noticed Jake had acquired the driest cough ever, it was more like a bark. Anyway just as I was drifting off I heard the familiar sound of Jake sliding from his bed and then the soft padding of his feet, followed inevitably by his shadow in the doorway. I thought that his cough had woken him and he was feeling unwell so he came and snuggled into the bed. This picture of familial bliss is marred slightly by the fact that not only was his bark unendurable but it was accompanied by rather loud snoring. Amy retired upstairs after a while to sleep in the ‘toft’ room. The idea was that I would wake her when needed to swap over. In the event I never did. Jake somehow managed to squeeze me into a corner of the bed! As you can gather I didn’t et much ‘quality’ sleep. I managed to rouse myself and 6.30am at which point Jake had also woken up. Jake didn’t want me to go to work. He kept saying “Don’t go Daddy!” and when I said that I needed to work to pay for his toys, he said didn’t want any more toys. Bless him :-).
Yesterday we went to the fair and the Kite and Bike Festival in Blackheath. Jake met Sammy on the bouncy castle and then went on the the couble deckers, plane and helter skelter together. The festival was great. An area was cordoned off for kite displays. These were pretty impressive, mostly choreographed to music or two kites flying in synch. Another impressive sight was a stack of at least ten Flexifoil Stacker Kites being flown at the same time. On one stand VW were giving away the new model VW California Camper in a prize draw. These beasts are lightyears away from the campers of yore and cost a cool £35,000 a pop. Let’s hope we win one!