When I drove through Molesey recently, my home town, I took a detour as I always do down Faraday Road to take a look at number 33, where I grew up from 1976 to 1989. Charlotte was with me so I showed her the house from the car. "Was I there Mummy?" When I said no: "Was I in your belly?". I explained that she was a twinkle in my eye. Later on in the day she told me in a very grown up way that she used to live in my eye. She has made that statement a few times and it cracks me up.
I had a Bridget Jones moment this week. I enjoy the soft play centres and Charlotte was at yet another party on Saturday. I am always wary of being dragged around these crazy climbing areas in case I get stuck or freaked out. On Saturday I found myself crawling along a big tube high in the sky to rescue Charlotte who was having a meltdown. My arse must have been on display to all but I am so thankful that the goddamn thing took my weight and didn't come crashing down on the birthday child's dad's head. My rubbish trampolining skills have improved a tad and I don't wet myself like many women do when their pelvic floor muscles have given up on them. I just can't stay on my feet but I love it!
We got to see a glimpse of the Olympics this weekend up near Box Hill for the Ladies Cycling event. It twas so exciting and a "once in a lifetime" moment. The highlight for me wasn't the woman in Lycra (who were amazing) but the crazy Police Officer on a motorbike given out generous portions of high fives to the spectators and doing mad pornographic poses on his big machine. Thank you PC Non Ploddy whoever you are for making my day.
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