Day two of Operation ana, brenda and claire go to Bath for the Weekend dawns bright and early. Well b-jamin' wakes fairly early which wakes the milos but curiously I don't have to trudge down the stairs to get him milky as he's happy to roll around the bed and look out of the window at the sheep on the ham.
In the morning we go to the park and then head into Tewks for as close an approximation of our usual Saturday routine as we can get; babycino in a coffee bar (supplemented by a smartie biscuit), then we pop into my favourite second hand bookshop in the world where I buy Bond, Georgette Heyer, The Mabinogion and King Arthur, and the milos stack up all the John Grisham's in the alleyway. Finally we have a chat to the town cryer who somebody thinks is Captain Feathersword, then we go to talk to the silly sheep on the Ham. Suitably knackered by the ovine activity, mtb goes to bed and b-jamin gets up in time for davis to take him to the rugby club.
Dave plays the first half, and I make it to play the second half with dt and eddie babysitting, although seeing as I gave away the match-winning penalty they might rue the day I was invited. At the club the big men drink BEER and the little men run about like loonies and eat our chips, beans and sausages.
Back home we put the monkey's to bed between 1800 and 2130 hours and retire to a brilliant grilled chicken in peri-peri sauce by the daviss. He's not all that though because we've only got one can of guinness between us, and the off licence was closed. Bugger.
Food of the Milos
Banana, several different smoothies and apricots for breakfast, babycino and smarties for a snack, followed by cheese, tomatoes and marmite sandwiches for lunch. He didn't really eat the lunch, but he DID eat most of my chips and sausage at the rugby club. For dinner he had an organic baby chilli which had a surprising kick to it.
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