Press A To Jump

We went swimming at The Olympos in Burgess Hill yesterday (formerly known as The Triangle, despite it’s totally un-triangular shape) – when we arrived and started to get changed, I was not at all keen: I refused to put my shorts on, kicked them under the cubicle wall, pulled my nappy back out the bag and generally cried long and loud.

When I got in, mind you, it was another story – after a minute or so of acclimatization, I was off – paddling in our floating car, going down the mini-slide, getting out and jumping in, getting out and going in the little slide complex, going down the big flume and round the rapids – loved it. A bit like the last time we went, in fact. We had made dough before we went so we had pizza for tea and I wolfed it down and asked for more..

There was nearly a fight in The Level playground yesterday – one mum allegedly raised her hand to another’s son and boy, she was cross. Much shouting and some serious glaring ensued, but it all blew over.

I like squash, and juice and even dooter (water) but what I like best of all is undiluted squash straight from the bottle: I don’t gibber like Bart after his all-syrup Squishy but I get a good sugar rush from it.

Much as I love our cat and stroking her and saying ‘aaah’, sometimes I look at her and I see a football, and I kick her a bit. She is pretty round, but I still get in big trouble when I do this..

It says in the paper today that little boys are made of bananas, or by bananas, it’s a bit confusing. I reckon I’m probably 10% banana given the amount of them I eat. Daisy is 12% marmite, by the same reckoning..

I had to put myself to sleep last night, it was my turn I suppose. We spent a long time in Crazy Lady Park today, where a lad – who was around seven – adopted me as his little baby brother. (He actually had a little baby brother, but hey, we’re always nicer when we’re someone else’s!)

Wind-up toys are still generally useless. It seems they have progressed since olden times – when three winds did nothing, four made them move, and five broke the spring – but they just ain’t right.

Pull-back cars seem to get it right, I can’t understand why wind-up toys are any different: they have a ratchet I suppose, a primitive clutch maybe, but they never seem to work properly. I have a bath submarine which I love which is the perfect example – you wind and wind and it does nothing. Spin the propellor to start it off and it coughs feebly into life for a few seconds, then subsides into utter inactivity until you gee it along again.

Just fell out of bed. It’s so disorienting – but once I was poured back in I went straight back to sleep..

Mum was hoovering this afternoon, much to my annoyance – like all children I hate the noise of the hoover because a) it’s loud and buzzy and b) it means mum is tempoarily unavailable. I went up to her bedroom and crawled into her bed and to my – and her – surprise, I fell asleep (we got up extra early this morning as we were excited because it’s her birthday!)

Then, when she woke me up after what seemed like a second, I was my usual super-grumpy afternoon waking up self. I had to have my pudding before I could cheer up enough to eat my tea.

It’s all in the context:

Dooter? – I’d like some water please
Park! Dooter! – I’d like to go scootering
L-Dooter! – Look! A helicopter!