Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: May 22, 2010

LEGOLAND

maximum is 8.

left the farm at 7am and arrived at legoland at 9.
not first at the gates.
but not far behind.

maximum and z's first amusement park experience.

bad ninjas

(photo mrs.perou)

outside 'balloon school'

 
i once had a surreal moment in alton towers, whilst riding the 'arabian nights' flying carpet
i was thinking i recognised the bloke sitting opposite us when half way through the ride i realised it was salman rushdie and child, with his security in raincoats, sitting on either side of them.

he seemed unamused when i stood up, pointed at him and shouted, 'IT'S SALMAN RUSHDIE!'
(i was unfortunately still a student at this point in my life)

this was mid full-on fatwa.
my lack of camera that day and the missed papanazi scoop was unforgivable.

in a somewhat tenuously related moment...
today on the viking river ride, as we were all going down the almost-rapids, we realised that we were being fired upon by spectators with water guns/canons.

me and mrs.perou both clocked at the same time that our assailants were malicious, laughing women wearing burkas.

maximum saw the women and muttered to himself, 'bad ninjas'.

maximum with chewbacca and r2-d2 in front of the  La Basilique du Sacré-Coeur

although he doesn't look so happy, maximum says this was his best birthday.
this is just his current 'photo face'

25m lego bricks in windsor legoland.

it was forecast to be 14˚c today.
so were all wearing cozy, thermal fleeces.

at 8.30am it was 18˚ and by midday it was 28˚

we could have done with different outfits and a large bottle of sun block.

knackered.
two red bulls and a gramme can of coke isn't helping.

i hired a buggy to push the sons and bags, packed lunches and coats around in, so the sons wouldn't get overtired.

i am overtired.

back at farm, down at the stables, z was playing with one stick and two dogs.

one dog (stratford) tore some holes in the other dog's (ludwig's) face.
in an unnecessarily fierce and sustained 'put down' aka attempted dog-slaughter.

much blood.

ludwig can't defend himself (especially against a staff).
he's got tiny teeth.
and no nose = no purchase.

to say that stratford is in the doghouse, is an understatement.

but all seems to be forgotten/forgiven
and ludwig with a still bleeding nose is now cuddled up to his assailant, next to the aga.
:(