A good day
Sep. 14th, 2008 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheFirst thing this morning Rob moved the clothesline out from under the tree, so it will dry things faster now. And we assembled a picnic and took the trike and my new bike out. Yes, I have a new bike. It has TWO wheels and is very wobbly and also I can't relax at traffic lights because it doesn't hold itself and me up while I rezip my jacket or whatever. BUT it is lovely. It's a little old-fashioned red town bike for cycling about town on, only a smidge of a fraction too big (I can touch the ground with the tip of one shoe when on the saddle, barely, which is fine for solo cycling but not adequate for a child seat on the back), and has only two gears and neutral, which suits me fine.
So we cycled down to the river, Rob on the trike and me on the bike, and I revelled in being responsible only for my own safety, and then we stopped at Kings Meadow and had our picnic, which was beans and eggs, followed by pickles, followed by still-warm onion bagels, with tea and smoothies to drink. Then we went to the Kings Meadow playground, which has a safari theme, and the climbing frames are done up to look like Jeeps and jungle hideouts and stuff. We went on straight slides and bumpy slides and bowl swings and zip slides and climbing frames and roundabouts and a climbing frame which was a roundabout.
Then we found that Linnea had wet herself, just as we were starting to look for a public toilet, and so we went to Tesco to buy new pants for her. I hope whoever told me Tesco are industry leaders in ethical garment production was right because these don't seem like fair trade undies to me. In fact, I don't believe they are and if the layer of production immediately before Tescos warehouses is humane and non-exploitative I doubt the next layer is.
However. We also bought a bike lock for my bike.
Then we cycled to the Forbury Gardens where there was a silver band playing various Sunday Afternoon In The Park type bandstand music. Emer boogied and Linnea grooved, and when Freya arrived they all ran around and around in circles, doing various dance steps with the grace and agility of one pot-bellied round-bottomed four-year-old, one skinny bumless wonder with trousers at perpetual half-mast, and one cloth-nappied toddler almost exploding from excitement. They played follow-my-leader with Linnea as leader, until the older girls went so fast around the bandstand that Emer was leader (the last shall be first and the first shall be last, and lo the wonder of their pink underwear and extraordinary "fairy wings" arm movements shall stun multitudes) and they did hula-hula dancing and they ate ice lollies and played chase and and and.
And then we came home again and Rob put dinner on while I fed Emer, who went to sleep at the worst possible time. Ho hum.
Dinner will be roast stuffed porksteak with potatoes and carrots, I think, and I look forward to it very much.
So we cycled down to the river, Rob on the trike and me on the bike, and I revelled in being responsible only for my own safety, and then we stopped at Kings Meadow and had our picnic, which was beans and eggs, followed by pickles, followed by still-warm onion bagels, with tea and smoothies to drink. Then we went to the Kings Meadow playground, which has a safari theme, and the climbing frames are done up to look like Jeeps and jungle hideouts and stuff. We went on straight slides and bumpy slides and bowl swings and zip slides and climbing frames and roundabouts and a climbing frame which was a roundabout.
Then we found that Linnea had wet herself, just as we were starting to look for a public toilet, and so we went to Tesco to buy new pants for her. I hope whoever told me Tesco are industry leaders in ethical garment production was right because these don't seem like fair trade undies to me. In fact, I don't believe they are and if the layer of production immediately before Tescos warehouses is humane and non-exploitative I doubt the next layer is.
However. We also bought a bike lock for my bike.
Then we cycled to the Forbury Gardens where there was a silver band playing various Sunday Afternoon In The Park type bandstand music. Emer boogied and Linnea grooved, and when Freya arrived they all ran around and around in circles, doing various dance steps with the grace and agility of one pot-bellied round-bottomed four-year-old, one skinny bumless wonder with trousers at perpetual half-mast, and one cloth-nappied toddler almost exploding from excitement. They played follow-my-leader with Linnea as leader, until the older girls went so fast around the bandstand that Emer was leader (the last shall be first and the first shall be last, and lo the wonder of their pink underwear and extraordinary "fairy wings" arm movements shall stun multitudes) and they did hula-hula dancing and they ate ice lollies and played chase and and and.
And then we came home again and Rob put dinner on while I fed Emer, who went to sleep at the worst possible time. Ho hum.
Dinner will be roast stuffed porksteak with potatoes and carrots, I think, and I look forward to it very much.