Wasn't Doctor Who fab last night. Shame about Catherine Tate, when I watch her all I can think about are the characters she plays in her TV series, hopefully this will pass and I'll see her more as Donna as time goes on. The truth is, you can't beat Billie. Ho Hum.
Wow, the school holidays go so fast. 2 weeks of fun and travels. Little Fink spent the first week campervanning in Tewkesbury with Nanny and Shouty Grandad. The place had been flooded again (3rd time since Summer) so they stayed in the car park of the Hawbridge Inn, Appley and had a wonderful time. Shouty Grandad was on top form as usual and has been scavenging and recycling whilst on his trip. Apparently he met with some resistance in Tewkesbury when he wanted to find out the time to see how long he had left on his parking meter. He approached one local and asked/shouted, "Excuse me, what time is it?". The man just kept walking despite Shouty Grandad's repeated question. The next person just threw up his hands and ran away when Grandad asked him. (I know how the man felt, I want to do that some times!) The second week Little Fink and I have been visiting our friends - Little Fink has been sleeping over, we went for a lovely walk around the lakes near BigMac's house, saw cormorants, butterflies and 3 big furry bumblebees on the ground. 2 of which had apparently stung the ground nearby and died. We are very puzzled as to why? (EVEN more strange - on Doctor Who last night (series 4 Episode 1) Donna mentioned the mystery of the disappearing bees? Cue Twilight Zone music!) We had The Oracle and her daughter (Loo) round for lunch and we went to see the 3D Hannah Montana concert at the cinema. (Review - Brilliant, I really enjoyed it, sang along to the songs I knew and enjoyed the interspersed documentary bits - Miley Cyrus is a brilliant role model for girls Little Finks age. All power to Hannah.) On Thursday we went to Brightlingsea near Jaywick (see lead photo) for a beach day, (me, Little Fink, Shouty Grandad, Nanny and the metal detector). NANNY FOUND TREASURE. A 1954 ha'penny. She was like Howard Carter opening King Tut's tomb! Brightlingsea is a lovely place and needs a return visit for some further exploration. As the tide went out it revealed a gooey sticky green-black mud flat. Little Fink was instantly attracted to it. By the end of the day she was covered from knee to toe and hand to elbow in it. As we walked back to the 'dog tap' to wash her down, a passer-by thought she was wearing black boots! She had the best time. It was very refreshing to just let her get filthy without having to keep saying, "mind this, mind that, don't get mucky" etc etc. Very liberating.
This weekend it has snowed and Mr Fink and Little Fink have already been out, had a snowball fight, made 2 snowmen and come back in for breakfast, all by 9.30am!
What a fortnight - made special by all our friends.
