• D is for Donkey 21 February 2014 | View comments

  • I've found it exceptionally hard getting out of the house this week.

    The weather hasn't helped, as every time I was about to go out, it started to pour with rain. Today was glorious sunshine - then we got to the park and ten minutes later, rain again. Went home - sunny again - foolishly put a semi dry sheet on the line. What on earth was I thinking? Obviously, it's now flapping around, sodden after another shower or ten. 

    Anyhoo, Tuesday was a low point in getting-out-of-the-house-ness. M was driving me mad, going stir crazy, and I had watched as much of the Winter Olympics as anyone could be expected to. Don't get me wrong, I love a bit of curling (though I really don't know what the rules are at all). And although I've never ski-ed, not even on a dry slope, I love watching those mad half-pipe snowboarders and ski-ers do their tricks. But I really have to turn off when the ice-hockey comes on. 

    So we finally made it out of the house at 4pm. M had been supposedly eating his dinner for two hours, but actually just standing in front of it, holding a fork. We drove to Mile Oak farm, which was looking very muddy indeed. I needed a bit of a walk, so forced M to walk with me  pushing B in the pushchair past a load of workmen doing something to a huge pylon. It buzzes and clicks as you go past, like it's radioactive. It always puts me in mind of those old health and safety videos about not flying kites near pylons, in case you get frazzled. I'm sure the workmen thought I was mental, negotiating mud and pothole puddles, on a road to nowhere on a rainy day, with a toddler and a baby. 

    However, M liked 'splish splashing' in the muddy puddles like Peppa Pig, though his trousers got totally soaked and muddy. Yet More Washing. Yawn. 

    The peacock put out his feathers impressively, but sadly did not actually turn round to show himself in his full glory. The goats looked grumpy in their sea of mud, and I loved the donkey's face, poking out of his little stable. Or shed. Or whatever it is. 

    So this Thursday, whilst semi watching the Bronze medal playoff thingy for women's curling...GO! Team GB! I started D is for Donkey, after perhaps abandoning, or temporarily shelving B is for Baboon. The scary baboon's face canvas is now at the end of my bed. I might have to turn it to face the wall. B might turn out to be for Bear after all. 

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