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August 2011: the earlier posts in this blog are a mess, the result of me changing the format some time ago. I'm working to edit the entire blog from the beginning, but with over 4K posts and sodall time for such luxuries it's going to take a while... [02/09/16 - Now reached 09/10/2004]
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Friday, August 24, 2007
[bemused] I was woken early by the sound of a skip-bearing lorry rattling up and down the road searching for the right address...
Not much point trying to get back to sleep, so I came down to check mail. Kai came bombing down soon afterwards, apologising for being late (8.30? Not what I'd call late) but he was dreaming that a pregnant man was about to give birth, the midwife was a small but very intelligent monkey, and he just had to find out what happened next.
[blink] And no, he hasn't read any AC.
"So what happened next?" we asked agog.
"Oh," he said, shrugging, "turned out all it was was he really really needed the loo..."
Can we say anti-climactic?
Today was fun, if exhausting. The X39 arrived as we reached the bus-stop at 10.20, and cruised into Marlborough St in time for us to get out, saunter up to bay 18 and get straight on the Clevedon bus, which was one of those wonderful old rattly coaches that's nearly all window - like driving in a goldfish bowl. It's a lovely ride all round the houses, through Backwell's back roads, up around Nailsea's extremely posh and expensive houses, along Tickenham's main road with its extremelier posher and expensiver houses, then all through Clevedon, 'til we finally arrived at the green.
After a quick jolt around the miniature railway we had our game of Crazy Golf. OK, it's not the craziest Crazy Golf course ever, and neither of us can play golf to save our lives, but much hilarity was heard as we miss-hit and chortled our way around it. A little further on Kai went for a scramble on the rocks, and met a couple of sprogs to play with, which he enjoyed. We headed off to the bus to Weston-super-Mare at 20 past 1, giving us enough time to get to the bus-stop. I thought, anyway - til I found that the clock on my phone was ten minutes slow. [sigh] Every week I have to correct it, either forwards or back. I have the same damned trouble with the phone clock as I have with watches...
Anyway, the X25 finally came (there's only one an hour) and we headed off to Weston. That was an interesting trip. The bus was another old one, and outside of Clevedon it joined the M5, of all things. (I didn't think buses were even allowed on motorways!) Ten minutes later, after watching everything zip past us as we pootled along, it turned off to Weston, and half an hour later we were on the front.
The miniature railway is right along at the other end of the beach, about a mile from the pier, and today was the hottest day of the year. Fortunately there's a land-train that stops opposite the mini railway. (Landtrain photograph stolen from this site.) The railway is about a half a mile around the track, and kind of cute, though not really anything much to brag about. Still, we both had a go, then Kai went round by himself.
We arrived back at quarter to seven, tired and hot but having had a great time.
Dentist in the morning. Check up for Kai and I, but poor Ken lost half a tooth (vertically) the day before yesterday and needs to have it reconstructed... Hope they can do it tomorrow, he's not enjoying things at the moment.