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Nice Saturday - Shame About The End!

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Posted by: Eddie2sox Saturday 22nd December 2007, 8:49pm
Last edited 22/12/2007 8:49pm by Eddie2sox

The 2-Sox's had a fun Saturday, getting all excited about Chrimbo, with lots of fun along the way.....until 6 o'clock!

Up at 7 (yes 7, Sam’s mummy insists Sam stays in bed a certain time, even if he’s wide awake) and on with the day. First game was trying to find the naughty pirate who stole a barrel of pirate beer from the pirate ship on Friday night, but managed to evade capture. He was eventually tracked down because he was singing Jingle Bells from his hiding place, and placed in prison. Serves ya right!

Sam breakfasted on Coco Pops and a banana, not at the same time, I tried another poached egg recipe (and it was top class - Mahalo - check out the blog). Today was the last TMI of the series. Caroline (BRUM BRUM!) was crowned Queen Of TMI last week, so this week the boys were involved in a vote-battle. Whoever scored least faced the Ultimate Gunging. Mark lost. Mark got fantabulously splattered. At the end of the show they played a “best moments” roll, and I always find these BLOODY stressful, the shows become a part of your life over the weeks, the presenters become honourary members of your family and your Saturday morning routine, and to see it ending upsets me. Call me gay or soft or girlie if you want, but it’s just emotions. I first noticed it the day of the last ever Tiswas show, when I found myself crying on the living room floor! Not “many” Saturday morning shows have got into my brain since then. Fully Booked (Gail Porter, brum brum again), Live & Kicking (Zoe Ball), Number 73 (errrrm…Sandy Toksvig!) are the others. Funnily enough, although SMTV:Live was a brilliant, funny show, it’s passing didn’t really register on my radar. Possibly because I was spot bang in the middle of a marriage break-up at the time!?

So. We zoomed into town, Daddy got his hair cut (“like a snooker ball” according to Sam….”you’re bald!”). Then off up the A17 to visit Nana to see how she is doing and deliver presents for the rest of the family - they all live round there still. Nana was actually still a bit under the weather and has been for over a week now. So much so that she told me she hadn’t been able to buy Sam and me a present, and she pressed money into my hand so we could buy “something you like”. Very emotional moment.

Auntie Kay and Uncle Trev arrived too (my sis and brother-in-law) so it was quite a nice afternoon. Sam and me (and Kay, bless ya!) ventured out to play ball with Didi the dog, and me and Sam raced round the garden in a wheelbarrow. Well. ONE of us was in the wheelbarrow, and it wasn’t Daddy! Sam loves bouncing over the big roots of the biggest poplar tree, and at one point almost bounced right out of the barrow…..but then we chased Didi round the garden and back to the cottage yard. Back inside Sam was charming, Auntie Kay was funny, and we had a really “nice” (I mean that in a good way) time. All too soon it was time to go, to beat the six o’clock deadline, and Sam came up with a wizard ruse! Drive up to where Nana and Auntie Kay are standing, yell “Coooo-eeeee!” (see Lincoln Castle blog), then drive off again. We did this four times, with Sam in stitches each time, and Nana and Auntie Kay looking slightly befuddled. Eventually I told Sam we should let them go back indoors as it was so cold outside, and we set off for home.

Halfway home Sam asked “Daddy, have I told you that I love you today?” I lied and said no. Sam told me “I love you Daddy.”

It’s been 5 weeks since we ate a MacDonald’s, so we drove through and enjoyed a junk-fest on the settee….while watching One Man And His Dog! Since visiting the Dinosaur Park and seeing real sheepdogs doing their stuff - and stroking them etc - Sam has been fascinated with the subject. To randomly find the same show I used to love when I was a nipper, on the TV at a time when I really needed something good to distract Sam from the impending return to mummy’s, was a billy bonus. Tea scoffed, it was time for a bath.

Yet another full-scale comedy scrap between the forces of good and evil. Yet again, Sam’s Goodies won. DESPITE! Camera Man leaping into action and his trousers falling down AGAIN. Dragon charging into battle, starting to bite a knight, then remembering he’d left his cooker on. Doctor X performing his camp disco classic “Big Metal Boxing Glove”. (This ends with both Sam and me being soaked). Lookout AGAIN aiming his telescope at Claudius’ bottom.

Sam’s lot won.

Then it was out the bath, ten minutes left. Sam asked to watch a bit of Action Man video. So, for ten fantastic minutes, we snuggled up and watched Action Man on video. Then “shoes on”, the by-word for “time to go back”.

Sam was fairly OK about it tonight. His mummy rang earlier, and Sam told me that she said they would be putting the decorations on their Christmas tree tonight. Tad late methinks.

Sadly, when we got to mummy’s she said “The tree’s up but we’re not decorating it tonight.”

She was also, as usual, accusatory to me. She said “Sam seems tired”. It’s nearly bedtime, of course he’s tired.

She said “He’s not in a very good mood.” He was in a superbly happy mood until we had to come here. Leaving the Daddy-time behind makes Sam sad. Sorry about that. Maybe you should take a look at how he’s treated here. He’s sad BECAUSE he is here now, NOT because of where he’s been.

I bloody miss my Sampants like mad. I feel uncomfortable that as soon as he gets back “there” he becomes grumpy and upset. What goes on there that he doesn’t like? It’s also offensive that his mood is attributed to me. He’s never upset when he comes here.

So off to The Woolpack for me, and I enjoyed a lovely three pints of Kroney. Good chat with New Bob about Christmas - he agrees with me that it’s nothing to do with religion in this day and age. Spoke to two other people about it who I won’t name, who also agreed religion is nothing in the Christmas scene any more. It’s about time off work, over-indulgence, and fun. Also widely agreed was the hypocrisy of people who bleat on about “We should remember what Christmas is about”, when the only time they go to church is Christmas Eve when they’re pissed. But hey, all religion is hypocritical.

But to sum up.

Great day with my amazing little boy (sad at times).

Upsetting handover to accusing mummy.

Pleasant 3 pints of Kronenbourg with mates.

That was Saturday.

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