Once again a Bank Holiday weekend is upon us, which can only mean one thing: Rain…and loads of it! There’s nothing like being cooped up in a small flat with two young children to test your stress levels! We have had Poppy, my mum’s pretend Irish Jack Russell cross with us for the weekend. (By pretend I mean we pretend that she is Irish, not that we make up an imaginary dog!). This meant we had to go out as the dog needed walking. So after the “monsoon” had passed the kids, monkey boy, my dad and I ventured over to the river. This was great for the kids as they had their puddle suits and wellies on meaning they could jump in the hundred’s of puddles to their heart’s content – something which you could clearly see all the other kids around them looking on in envy! My advice to parents that don’t let their kids jump in puddles – don’t…it’s mean, I love jumping in puddles and I’m 25 🙂
So after jumping in puddles and trekking all the way up the towpath to find the cafe where we wanted to stop was closed, we headed back to the car. Obviously the movement of trundling such a long way, had an effect on Poppy’s little bowels, meaning Monkey Boy and Dad had to partake in a small game of…”Hunt the turd”….Which much to their annoyance I found hilarious to watch – so hilarious I decided to take a photo of them doing it:
Obviously I didn’t join in- as the prize for the person that finds said “turd” is picking it up with your hand inside a nappy sack….
So before I go I should explain the title I guess…the raindrops kind of explain themselves and the very expensive bed was from a conversation with my Dad.
The long and short of it was he was looking for some upholstery cleaner for his sofa as there were a couple of red wine stains on there, but he wasnt having much luck. So, he was having to wash the covers individually in the machine and they were taking a long time to dry out. I asked how old the sofa’s were and when he told me they were 13 years old I asked why he didn’t just buy new sofa’s….
Me: Dad, if they are that old why not just buy a new sofa and save yourself the time?
Dad: Because I’ve only recently paid a grand for a new bed…
Me: Well that’s ridiculous, a grand for a bed…what is it gold-plated?
Dad: No, but its top of the range…
Me: Well what does it do, iron your shirts? Cook your dinner?
Dad: No it lifts up and you can store things underneath it…
Me: Oh well that’s just brilliant…You’ve paid 500 quid more than the average price for a bed because… it has a hinge on it(!)
(I cant repeat what my dad said after this :-))
So I have worked out for my dear dad there are obviously disadvantages to being the 6’2 stature he is…..people can see him coming a mile off!!!
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