Inflating In Every Way

Due to the insignificance of May 19th, Matt, Sam and Ricoh took it upon themselves to bestow the day with some sort of excuse to look forward to this day by having an inflatable party; entry being, as I have already so mysteriously insinuated, something inflatable. With Nadya supplying the dolphins, (Cocoa and Murray; explanations can be found at racialrelations.com) and beach balls to go with, we set off to Tooting Bec. Murray, almost towering over me with his lovely plastic scent and ever so dreamy eyes, was cause for much pointing and ecstatic excitement from children and strangely not that many wierd looks from anyone else; perhaps it is not uncommon to see marine life on the bus. By the time we arrived, Murray and Cocoa's entrance was overshowed, although not ignored, by a massive killer whale and almost lifesized tractor; the paddling pool was filled with a clam shell, cows, guitars, bananas, wings, and many other exciting things that were perfect for creating a soft landing!! What a great party, and such a conveniant bus trip home (yes I can hear you girls sniggering!)

Sunday was a typical one at the Sweep, waking up closer to the afternoon than one would like, to find Thea sprawled on the couch, and later the Fran and I (and Fran's Nicki for this occasion) joining her, and eventually making our way through a Sunday brunch of some sort. It was the last weekend at the Caravan for Fran and Thea, and I have to say it was spent in a very typical Franeeli fashion. We had an English Bickie Tasting, more for my benefit but secretly a good excuse for the girls to eat lots of biscuits. On Friday they had come back with Iced Jems, Wagon Wheels (yum), Jaffa Cakes, Custard Creams, HobNobs, Party Rings, Fox's Golden Crunch Creams, Jammee Dodgers, Tunnock's Tea Cakes, Garibaldi, Coconut Delights (delish), and Bingo (the game, but the little machine that shoots out the numbers was a little problematic). Sunday evening was spent ploughing through this large shrine to our favourite pastime, and in true English tradition, with tea and British drama. Now it would seem that all we did was eat, which to be fair was quite true and our only excursion out was to go to Tesco, but we did cut and glue ribbon for Thea so it was not completely unconstructive.