Friday 5th June.
I’m just going to pause for a second there and explain that last week (along with other bloggers) I was invited to take part in a linky hosted by mamavsteacher. As I am still very new at blogging and very unskilled when it comes to managing my page and links, I am very flattered to be asked. The linky is called Imagination Matters and you would think that with my being a teacher, I would be imaginative and creative. I’m not. This week’s linky is called ‘by the sea’ and rather than use this title to create any number of creative stories, metaphors, games and pictures, I decided to take the title literally and head to the beach. (Okay, okay, so the trip was pre-planned, but it’s a bit of a tenuous link for the linky so I hope it will do for this week.) Here is my ‘by the sea’ bit:
‘You have the Kerplunk flower,’ I said.
He looked up.
I lifted my t-shirt slightly and showed him my smaller, older and blurrier Kerplunk Flower on my postpartum stomach.
‘Oh yeah,’ was his reply.
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Was that it? Were we not going to have some heated discussion as to whether ‘Kerplunk’ was better than ‘Dookie’ and have Green Day, with their last three releases, lost their greatness? No, of course we weren’t because he was crabbing with his son, he was holidaying with his wife (who I hope to God didn’t think I was flirting), we were complete strangers and it would just be weird. Proper weird. I went back to running in and out of the sea with my daughter. I was secretly smiling inside though as it’s always nice to find a fellow Kerplunk fan even if he thinks you are strange woman who should be putting more attention into playing with her daughter.
The Kerplunk Flower!
More feeding on the beach followed and I think a pre-teen boy noticed what I was doing because when I looked up I noticed him staring and he didn’t do the polite thing and look away. He just continued to stare until he was hurried along by his mother. I hope I haven’t scarred him for life. I probably have.
Then the boy woke up.
And started screaming.
This then made me glance into the back and I realised I hadn’t fastened the seatbelt around his chair properly.
I clambered into the back, lifted him out of his chair, (the traffic was at a stand still and I obviously wasn’t the driver) stripped him to cool him down, fed him, calmed him and placed him back in his seat securely and safely. It’s a bloody good job he did wake up and alert me to my total and utter slackness. We ended up being stuck in traffic for about an hour, but despite this, when I think about it, it was a pretty perfect day by the sea with sun, sand, sea, a miniature train, fish and chips, an elderly profanity spewing woman, lattes, cakes, my favourite people in the world, my mum paying for everything and a dad with a Green Day tattoo.