I have five photo's posted today - count 'em! Surely a personal record, especially considering that our "Sky Broadband's" upload capacity is surely powered mainly by arthritic slugs. All pictures were taken today, although the abject failure by me to produce many of even reasonable quality is causing me concern. As such, if there are any "techies" out there who want to recommend a new digital camera for purchasing please feel free......
Our first image was taken minutes after Carole drove off to Bannatynes for her fitness class. Luca and I decided staying at home eating chocolate while watching cartoons was a treat that could wait for later, and as such pulled our boots on and ventured into the great unknown. Or Bainzie Road as it's more commonly referred to.
Initially Luca wanted to take his new Peppa Pig bike (as per picture) but being the contentious, awkward and unpredictable little sod he is (takes after his father) he decided "no more bike - put it back daddy" upon reaching no farther than our streets end. As such, with shopping duties to be performed and the nearest major shop being almost a mile away, I was forced to rely upon his little stubbie legs lasting the journey.
They didn't.
By the time we'd reached the council bus depot, nary 800 yards from home his whines that he "need carried now" were becoming more irritating than an ITV phone in poll. However, the second he spotted the buses he gained a second wind and took off toward them, as seen below:-
For some reason outwith our understanding, he loves buses, and dragging him away takes some persuasion. However, we eventually set off, but not before Luca very kindly - and this is a rare occurrence - posed for a picture.
From here we made our way to the supermarket (Luca enjoying the view from my arms while I traipsed along, sweating like a fat lad in a sauna) to pick up Venison for dinner, amongst other things. Luca was a great help as always, although strangely mostly around the crisp and chocolate aisles......
After departing for our next destination, we stopped off briefly for a seat to allow Luca to enjoy his crisps. However, he eating pace is so slow as to make sloths blush, so we eventually had to start walking again. Although as you can see Luca wasn't too impressed with this:-
Our next port was the bank, but it turned out to be closed on Saturday - they joys of not living in the city anymore. Alternatively we went to the library where too much time was wasted. There's a huge children's section on the upper floor, which encompasses books, dvd's, ladybird bean bags and a child size sofa. This was like mecca to Luca who proceeded to work his way through most of the available literature, although disappointingly he was most impressed with the types of books I thought he'd grown out of over a year ago.
By now it was lunchtime and he was starting to weary somewhat, and as such we made our way to the nearest bus stop - no way was I going to manage carrying Luca, three bags of shopping and one bag of books back home! Unfortunately I now wish I had attempted it as I succumbed to a touch of "pavement rage", if such a thing exists. We were crossing a side street (which essentially doubles as a car park) and crossed behind a stationary car. However, for reasons known only to himself the driver proceeded to reverse as we passed behind him. For some strange reason I leaned my body into the back of his car as he came for us, while simultaneously swinging Luca by the hand (he was on the far side) round back toward the pavement. I only got a knock in the thigh thankfully, and Luca was absolutely fine, but I then proceeded to injure my foot afterwards as I kicked (and dented - whoops) the car in fury while roaring at the occupants as they cowered within.
And Luca? He was killing himself with laughter. Was it because he enjoyed being swung 180 degree's with one arm, or was he laughing at my (most likely ridiculous appearing) rage? Or both? Who knows, but all I could feel as hugged him was his entire body vibrating with a fit of the giggles! He most certainly is the antithesis of my increasingly crotchety, grumpy old man persona.
The bus thankfully arrived shortly after, which was Luca's favourite event of the day. Literally immediately after stepping on he shook his hand out of my own and ran toward the back of the bus, emanating a smile brighter than Venus in the dawn light. After paying I joined him, by which point he was already seated, and he patted the seat beside him. "Sit here daddy, now"
It was a local bus, so we completed two circuits of the town before disembarking and walking the final leg home. With Luca demanding to be carried, natch.
He's in bed now, more tired than I've seen him in quite some time. I think Carole and I may have a very quiet day from here on in!
**Useless fact of the day - Baby P's mother, although jailed indefinitely, will likely be released in three years**
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