Since I've Been Gone

After a few days away from the world of blogging why am I finding it so hard to find inspiration? Not that I normally ooze creative and witty juices, but it seems that I am more out of the rhythm at the moment than usual. Quick resume of what happened during my time off: Thursday was a glorious day, so we, along with half the population of England went to Blackpool. The weather was unseasonably warm, and Heir no.1 fully enjoyed the pleasures of Beaver Creek. Lots of goes on the roller coaster, and we discovered that he is now tall enough to take the next step up in terms of rides. So our next visit will involve more exciting rides! As a small aside I was shocked to see the prices of the rides. You can buy wristbands: £15 for a child’s Beaver Creek or £30 for a full adult one. Alternatively you can buy individual tickets for £1 each. Rides are then rated by ticket value. The Big One is a nine ticket ride, NINE, that means £9 for a one and a half minute roller coaster ride! Heir no.2 was somewhat bewildered by all the sights and sounds, but seemed to really enjoy herself. Especially when we ventured onto the beach and saw the donkey rides. She seems to be a real sucker for nature and animals. Friday was a dark and dismal day, rain resumed and we ended up visiting car showrooms to size up which model we should get next, to accommodate our growing family. As usual the over zealous car salesman did his best to put us off returning there for life. I find myself feeling less and less enthusiastic towards the prospect of getting a people carrier/MPV. I’ve always enjoyed driving, and have this dread that a bigger vehicle will reduce my pleasure. Although a bigger back seat may increase the chances of a different type of pleasure, a whole different story there though. Saturday was party time, at the Trafford Centre, in the children’s play area. Unfortunately or fortunately their shutters had broken, so the general public were unable to go in. This meant that the booked parties were the only ones roaming the huge soft play area. The combination of over exertion and sugar rush created a clash within Heir no.1. He was buzzing from the sugar and adrenalin, but with weary limbs. The memory of that feeling might keep him off hard drugs for a bit longer! Sunday was shopping and homework day. Back to the Trafford Centre to purchase various bits of clothing, new trainers for Heir No.1 etc etc. It’s amazing how you can go out for one thing and end up with bags and bags of shopping. None of it for me mysteriously enough….. Monday – back to school. Heir no.1 loves it when I’m off and take him/pick him up from school. It also left a little time available for an afternoon “nap” whilst Heir no.2 was taking hers. Nothing like a little afternoon work out to make you appreciate a day off all the more. Now back to the daily grind (no pun intended) and already it feels like I’ve never been away from my desk.