All the fun of the funfair

Sunday is funday, certainly judging by the photo's we took of Luca at the fairground yesterday..............

"I think I just followed through Mummy"

"No Daddy, I said the giraffe, THE GIRAFFE!"

You can tell a true cowboy by the type of horse he rides (cowboy proverb)

Even the red shirted carnie looks impressed with Luca's command of a 5 mph superbike

When you're riding lead, don't spit (bikers proverb)

Yes, that is Luca intentionally crashing into the back of an unsuspecting young girl. Yes, of course he laughed. An evil laugh

Examine if you will. Luca greedily grasping a big ice cream cone, face liberally covered with chocolate goodness. Please also pay heed to a hungry Dad, watching and waiting for his moment to strike. "No, you no eat it, is Luca's ice cream" is only 5 seconds away.

Approximately 327 rides later my wallet was empty and a grudging - albeit exhausted - Luca accompanied us away from the neon lights, shrieks and rattles into the open air. "My legs are too easy" he grumbled incorrectly as we walked along the road. His language skills are exemplary, but this one contradiction is the substitution of the word "easy" when "tired" or "sore" is his intended adjective.

With Luca now having climbed into my arms (his Mum can no longer carry his weight!) we walked the short distance to the nearby pet store to pick up biscuits for our smelly hounds. This is where Luca discovered his second wind, as he dragged his Mum and I rapidly through the store to view every fish, guinea pig, rat and rabbit. Worryingly his Mum was afflicted with the same enthusiasm, and a third family pet (of the buck toothed and big eared variety) is looking imminent.

Following a long sprint with the pup later in the day, Luca predictably slept soundly while Carole and I watched "The Men Who Stare At Goats" with an Indian meal. The takeaway was designed to be a delicious final meal before Caroles serious diet begins (her breakfast this morning looked like a seagull had shat on a twig) but it was nothing of the sort.

I've traditionally avoided Indian food like the plague - primarily because I've always felt many curries too closely resemble regurgitated carrots - but acceded on this occasion to provide an alternative to our usual Chinese staple. However, my fears were aggravated further by the sight of my lamb curry (guess what - it looked like regurgitated carrots) coinciding with an unpleasant taste (a little like regurgitated carrots).

"Can we swap?" I begged Carole. "No" came the stern reply as her bright chicken dish glimmered in the evening sun, "mine is nice"

I have football again tomorrow, and will follow it up with a trip to the gym on Wednesday evening. With my burgeoning stamina I can presently run 6 miles or so without pushing myself much, so a summer half marathon is looking ever more likely.

**Useless fact of the day - A motorcycle rider is 40 times more likely to be killed than a car driver**