There are days and there are days. Today was a day.
Took Arlo swimming and after worrying a little as Makka Pakka (stuffed toy) had to stay in mummy’s locker rather than coming to the pool, he soon got the gist. Indeed he soon wanted to just go swimming without the help of either of us. Absolutely fantastic – Arlo’s not been near a swimming pool for what must be over a year. We tried to take him while in London but he fell asleep in the car on the way over and we ended up just looking at the torrential rain from our car in the car park. It was like a Scottish holiday – several Scottish holidays come to that.
Arlo is now prepared for his swimming class on Monday.
We then went to the farm shop for veg – Arlo regarded the young man (lord I sound like I’m forty sometimes, don’t I?) and observed: “Man, Boots, Jeans”.
We then went to Sainsburies – mainly for tins – and Arlo revealed he can say Onion. All very impressive. Plus he didn’t go to sleep before tea AND he still had time to get everyone to dance to Reuben Gonzalez before bed.
Like I say, there are days.
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