Cartoon diary of our London family in the 1990s. Real life in pictures!
Sunday, 26 October 2014
1994 Cornwall - lost socks and steam trains
Secondly there is the dreaded sock beetle. Jim often finds holes in both ankles of a pair of socks around the ankle bone level. It looks for all the world as if something has eaten through all four layers of sock in one go. The holes match in size and everything! Sock beetles are invisible and immune to mothballs. We did theorise that Jim has unusually sharp ankle bones, but when we checked, they looked pretty normal.
They had a wonderful fort for the children to play in at this hotel. It was much bigger than I have drawn it, big enough for grown up people to play in with their kids, should they be so inclined, without banging their heads. It wasn't really pushchair friendly though. The boys ran off some of their energy and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Personally I love steam trains. I think they are the most romantic way to travel, and I adore the noises - hisses, hoots and whistles - which punctuate the journey. I would jump at the chance to drive one myself, but it seems unlikely that I ever will. The engines are so huge and exciting, all full of fire and steam and smoke. I enjoy looking at all sorts of engines - there is a lovely steam museum in Brentford ( The London Museum of water and steam) where you can go and watch the giant water pumping engines in full swing. Wonderful! But you really need children as an excuse to go and visit such places, otherwise, somehow, it tends not to happen.
"Daddy's train" was the one he commuted up to London on every day. It was not exciting.
The view was lovely though and we had the terrace to ourselves, mainly due to the screaming and the aforementioned aromas. I think Jim got us a cup of tea just after this, which was very diplomatic of him.
Jim is a natural provider and nurturer. His answer to any crisis is, "I'll put the kettle on", and "would you like to stay for dinner?" This is often closely followed by a request for me to fix the crisis. He has this charming idea that I can fix anything, and that a good meal will help. He is very good at acting as support and commissary, so we make a good team.
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