MONDAY 22nd Feb: Spring ping pong
Sidney:
8am:
10am:
Nuff said!
Cato:
So Mum took us back to the Fox Park specially to check on the cherry blossom, and there was hardly any! The daffs are nearly out, and a few other sprootles were sprootling, but nothing exciting.
Mum says that the cold winds last week have set everything back, but at least the buds weren't blasted by the frosts. Me and Dad don't know what that means, but she was chuntering about it.
We are getting used to Mum disappearing off and waving her phone around snapping pics. Even Dad has stopped complaining, now she says she can make his face invisible.
Mum doesn't know what this yellow plant thing is. Do you?
And we played a great game of ping pong. They were tricksy this time. We have never played it in this spot before, and there were hedges and stuff wot made it a bit difficult. Of course, I was OK, but Tara wasn't paying enough attention and ran off in the wrong direction a couple of times. Mum let her runandrunandrun until she realised she was completely by herself! And then Mum let her find her own way back. They used to do that with me, when I was little, and it used to scare me so that I learned to stay close to Mum. It gave me nightmares, sometimes, thinking I couldn't find Mum and Dad again. But I am all growed up now, and Tara is just silly.
Can you see Dad? he is hiding REALLY well.
This is Tara going wrong. I am watching, with Dad. She was going towards the Fox statue.
This is her running back to Mum. How can anyone run with their leg stuck out like that?
As you can see, I run separately from Tara, otherwise she just bounces on me.
Tara:
We had good Ping Pong. And I did NOT get lost. I just went exploring. And it was extra specially good cos I got to run even more!
But then we met the biggest dog EVER. I had to roll on my back so I didn't get eaten. They never want to eat Cato. He just stands there, all calm and laid back. But I don't wet myself. So that is good, isn't it?
This is me asking Dad for a lift to get away from the huge dog. But he wouldn't pick me up. He said I should see there was nothing to be afraid of. And there wasn't. But there might have been. Dad is nearly as mean as Mum, sometimes.
This is a secret hole in the hedge. They have just cut the hedge back, or we wouldn't see it.
Lots of houses have gardens backing on to the park, and they have made gates in their fences, and then secret hedge holes, so the park is really in their garden! Mum says she wants to live by the park, but they are very posh houses, so we might not. I don't mind sitting in the car to get there though.
We are off on a holiday adventrue tomorrow. Mum says we might not get a walk! But she says we will have new places to sniff, so it might be OK.
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