I slept well, not
surprisingly, and got up shortly before 8am. I took one look at the
carnage in the garden, and thought about going back to bed. But only
thought about it. I got the washing machine to do its thing and after
a bit of brekkie we set about tidying the garden, As is always the
case the mess looked a lot worse than it was, and after an hour or
so's fiddling about things were in far better order.
The door bell rang - it
was the chap from up the road. Did we have his ladder? We didn't. I'd
borrowed it a year or so ago for half an hour and had returned it. In
the meantime someone has walked into this chap's back garden (going
through other people's gardens as they went) and stolen a ladder.
It was a large ladder. How can anyone steal a ladder?
The first fruit of my
loin arrived shortly after 10.30am, looking slightly the worse for
wear. I blame all the lager he poured down his neck last night.
Whilst his mother showered we tidied up the shed a little. I’ve
been nagging him about his fishing gear being in the way for months.
For month he’s been assuring me that there were no loose baits in
the shed. We found loads of loose baits, all of which have been
ratted. Now the bait is all gone perhaps the rats will go as well.
We loaded up our bags and
set off to Folkestone where we collected the most recent fruit of my
loin, and we went for a little stroll to the harbour. You can’t
beat a plate of cockles at the seaside. "Daddies Little Angel
TM" and the Rear Admiral then said their
goodbyes and we walked on the the coastal park where we met up with
the Hose Beast. We had a picnic lunch, then got on with the main
business of the day. Someone had stolen the Red Queen’s tarts.
Alice was the main suspect and was due to be beheaded in an hour’s
time unless detectives could find the real culprit.
“Alice at the
Coastal Park” was a wonderful day out. I’d seen it advertised
and had no idea what to expect. Folkestone’s last venture along
these lines, the sci-fi day, was rather lame. But Wonderland was
really good. Any child who wanted to join in was given a list of
suspects to interview, and we followed Lacey up and down the park as
she sought out Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, the caterpillar, the
Knave of Hearts and the White Rabbit. We met the Mad Hatter, the
March Hare and the Dormouse having tea, and we saluted as the Red
King and Queen came past accompanied by their card guards. We spoke
with Alice, and told her not to worry; we’d get the guilty party.
Or that is Lacy told her not to worry. I told her that I was with the
Queen – “Off with her head!” We later learned that
"Daddies Little Angel TM" had met
the Red Queen shortly after they’d left us – the Red Queen had
pointed at little Sid and announced “Off with his head!”
After an hour of
searching we made our way to the outdoor amphitheatre where all the
actors who’d been doing their thing up and down the park came
together for the trial of Alice. They put on a wonderful show; it was
really good. It was plain that a lot of effort had gone into their
performance. It was only a shame that the "Great Unwashed"
wouldn’t control their brats; one child was walking all about the
amphitheatre whilst the actors were doing their thing. This errant
brat was returned to the audience so many times, and each time it
just wandered back to get in the way again. But wayward children
aside it was an excellent day out. I do hope they do more of this
sort of thing. As always there are photos of the day to be seen if
you know where to look.
And so home (via a
quick cache in Kingsnorth Gardens). As er indoors TM"
went off bowling I did more washing up and cleared up some dog sick.
I don’t think "Furry Face TM"
likes the heat. Mind you I’m sure he’d rather be with us then
left at home. I offered him water regularly through the afternoon. He
didn’t seem to want much water, but now he’s been sick.
Or was it not the heat at
all. Was it all the fat he’d licked out of a frying pan I just
found half way down the garden…
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