April 24th – Calpol and Hard Times

1999:   Found a packet of Hula Hoops, which had escaped down the back of mum’s bed, so I rescued them, and then ate them!  I sat next to mum munching; she let out a big yawn, but didn’t put her hand over her mouth, so I obliged. (I think she was hoping for a Hula Hoop – unlucky).  We packed our swimming stuff and headed off for the pool at Southend but once in the pool mum discovered that I had a bit of a temperature and then I got chilly, so we got out after only 20 minutes.  We went to Donals but I didn’t really eat anything and we had to go to boots to buy some Calpol.  I sat on the counter and took it like a good boy.   I fell asleep in the car on the way home and woke up in bed at six, when mum woke me.  I don’t know why, she always moans when I do that to her.  Mum wrapped me up on the settee as I am quite poorly now and very husky.  I had two bottles of juice, another dose of Calpol and managed to eat some pasta and some marmite sarnies and got in a lovely mess.  I told mum I was putting the bread in the bin; she got it out again and fed it to the birds, under close supervision from moi from the settee. 

2019: Half way through my last week of labouring. Mum called me on the way home and ended up meeting me at a garage in Loddon to put £20 of petrol in my car! I’ll pay her back on payday Friday.

#hulahoops #snacks #illness #southend #swimming #loddon #driving #petrol #toddlers #adults

 

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