Alder's Tone

We're into day 5 of our second visit to Holestone Moor Barns. The details of today's events are ...

Yesterday morning I took the little guy out to the recycling point to drop his nappy sack in the "dregs" bin. Vicki was in the office, so shouted out a "good morning". This morning's trip was a lonely one, there was nobody in the office. But, from on my shoulders, came a finger pointing to the corner of the courtyard and the office door. "Morning" was the cry from above. This is a new word, and one especially for our hosts. Unfortunately missing just how special a moment this was. Back in the cottage it was a delight showing MOTS what a superb new word he had. Even after a couple of dozen times the novelty wasn't wearing off.

Later on this morning we had a nother trip out, and this time Vicki was in the office. Would he say "morning" to her? Would he chuff. He'd picked up a new word [all by himself] especially for Vicki and here he was with the ideal opportunity to show it off, and nothing. Not even for Steve. Not even "what do we say to noisy dogs".

With this level of disappointment we had to have some retail therapy, so booked up for next year. The countdown starts now!

Denby & Chatsworth today. Denby a quick pit-stop, Chatsworth don't let sproggies in so we were limited to the farmyard and adventure playground. There was obviously the "yummy mummies" congragating, with one I tried to engage in conversation with not only blanking us, but telling her little darling [about ours] that "he'd be gone soon and you can have this to yourself again". Stuck up mare.... I hadn't heard it, MOTS had and knew full well I'd go ape if I had. There's no need for that, I don't care how much cash you've got, who the Earl of Shagathon is married to, you can shove "class" up your hoity-toity arse. Give me Chesterfield over Chatsworth any day.

Looking forward to: Rain tomorrow, so we can go to Easy Tigers!