It's A Washout!

Yesterday Sam and his Daddy set out to enjoy the nearest World Championship to take place to where we live......but it was called off because of the rain....

But more of that later. The "leaver's party" at Sam's nursery was good fun on Friday afternoon, he danced around with his little buddies, then we headed home. Tea was the old favourite "chip butty night", which he hasn't had since June 15th, and he really enjoyed his chips and sausage and two slices of b&b. In the chip shop (Denny's, near Gaywood Tesco) the lady behind the counter was as barking mad as always. She'd run out of lollies though, so she promised to give Sam TWO next time he visited. Sam was looking good sitting on my shoulders, and all the women who came into the shop were ooohing and aaaahing at him. He's a complete ***** magnet, at the age of 4!

Just before the chippy we'd been to the doc's for a routine visit for me, and even in the waiting room there were women admiring my little boy. The doc told me off, gave me repeat prescriptions, and we were off.....

After tea it was bathtime, and we had a new competitor in the Bathtime Swimming Races. We'd popped into Tesco to pick up a new swimmer for the bath, there's a set of about 5 various sea creatures which run on batteries and have a propellor at the back which sends them through the water at various speeds. This week we managed to find a replacement for our eel, the previous version died a death. So, in a close contest between Roary The Dolphin, Maxy The Beaver, and CeeCee The Eel, Roary once again came out on top. Bedtime was nice, Sam was pretty tired after his party exertions, and that was the end of Friday.

Saturday dawned rainy and grey but that never stops us doing anything! Our Saturday morning was quiet but a lot of fun, we did some building, Sam painted a picture for me, and we made the fishcakes that I described in the previous blog. We decided to take a walk into town to get some fresh air, so I kitted Sam out in wellies, coat and rolled up trousers so he could go out and do the stuff little boys should do, involving mud, puddles, sticks etc. We found another long piece of old clay pipe in The Walks and headed home for some sandwiches before we set out on our afternoon adventure....

Which was to see The World Snail Racing Championship at Congham! It didn't take long to get there, but we couldn't find the venue.....not many people and cars around either. We decided to drive around searching for the great event, and spent 40 minutes hunting....Sam occasionally yelled "A-HA!" and pointed at a likely looking bunch of parked cars, all turned out to be false alarms though. We eventually returned to where we started the search and found a few bedraggled people gathered - the snail racing fraternity! Unfortunately, despite the weather being perfect for the snails, it had waterlogged the field where the Championships were to take place. Sam was distraught and there were many tears and "But I WANT to see the snail racing Daddy" outbursts, but I guess that's only to be expected in the circumstances.

We stopped at a shop for ice cream on the way home, and we had a couple of "bonus" hours of play, silver lining! We went out the back of the flats to play football, golf and frisbee, Sam kept scooting up the fire escape to watch passing trains, and we had a LOAD of fun on the soaking grass. Sam caught me a cracker in the testicle department with a golf club, I accidentally hit him with a golf shot too, but it didn't matter. Sam also triped over his wellies and fell face-first into the grass, standing up he looked like he had been spray painted with that fake green grass material you see on market stalls. After spitting out the grass in his mouth he laughed though.

Bathtime was great, Sam had FISHCAKES, and veg for his tea, and all too soon it was time to go back. I'd texted Sam's mummy to warn her NOT to mention the snail racing, and she rang Sam to ask him if he wanted to help make a cake when he got back. So for once we both got our act together to make Sam's Saturday evening much less of a drama. On the way home we played, and sang along with, "Away From Here" by The Enemy, including yelling as loud as we could whenever the live "To stay at home with RICHARD AND JUDY" came around.

And that was that!

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