1999: Went to Edons, via Denis, only to discover he’s no longer called Denis, he has a new name of Sabre. I don’t like it and I’m gonna call him Denis anyway. Mum collected me at half four and I was still in the same clothes I left home in this morning (and no they hadn’t been washed). Things weren’t so good later though, as my tea went in, something else came out in my pants. Mum and I played ball in the garden, I’m getting good at catch now, and throwing; as demonstrated when I managed to lob one of my sandpit toys right over the fence! I found a metal piece from my slide and started whacking mums big laburnham bush with it. When she said “no” (I knew it was coming), I simply said “I cutting trees down”. Despite attempts I just could not see the difference between this bush and the 30 foot conifers mum and Pa were cutting down last week.
2019: I can finally let the cat out of the bag, Have been dying to blog about this for weeks but couldn’t as would have spoilt the surprise. Took Zof away to Rome for her birthday and now this evening I can finally relax, after the heaviest thing that has EVER been on my shoulders. I proposed to Zof at the Trevi fountain. I was too lost in the moment to notice what was going on around us but noticed the cheer and the applause at the end. Luckily she said yes and we are now off out for a double birthday and engagement celebration meal tonight
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