Better Than a Crop Circle
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SO if you read yesterday’s blog and heard about Bubba’s insistence for a horse you’d think we’d just done some pretty amazing cosmic ordering!
Sunday morning, woke up, nothing out of the ordinary. It’s the best morning of the week as it’s my lie in so ‘The Wife’ was downstairs seeing to the boys. Bubba was singing something ‘Greatest Showman like’ very loudly, no doubt flossing at the same time, (sometimes I do worry he’ll put a hip out) and Squeak was demanding ‘choclat daam’ equally as loud.
I’d planned to faff about
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upstairs for a bit and delay my arrival into madness until ‘The Wife’ had had enough of solo parenting and demanded my presence but on opening the blinds in Bubba’s room, affectionately known as ‘The Pit of Doom’, I may have given myself away with a whoop. You’d think I got enough whooping as it is wouldn’t you but this one was well deserved.
On our drive, quite happily milling around were twelve (I have OCD, I’d counted them) HORSES! I mean it’s not like waking up to a Blue Tit in your garden is it? I’m talking huge great big
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shaggy neighing things. Twelve of them.
I’d given myself away with my whoop, there was no hiding so I rushed downstairs shouting for Bubba to follow me outside. For once he was listening to me and stopped mid hip-jiggle to join me running out in our bare feet. Squeak followed on, still in his jarmas, squealing and waving his arms in excitement. He had no idea where he was going but he’s very easily excited!
Bubba nearly exploded. Squeak started shouting ‘stoke it, stoke it!’ and most of the neighbours were out taking photos of this Sunday
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morning phenomenon. This was better than a crop circle!
Eventually they got bored of us and trotted off in a line, back to where they’d come from but it makes you think doesn’t it? Last week Bubba was so desperate for a horse, cried most nights for one and then BAM, (cue spooky music)… a dozen appear. If I wake up to a dragon in the garden this week, the boy might just be onto something…
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Jo Adamson-Parker - 8 Apr 19
SO if you read yesterday’s blog and heard about Bubba’s insistence for a horse you’d think we’d just done some pretty amazing cosmic ordering!
Sunday morning, woke up, nothing out of the ordinary. It’s the best morning of the week as it’s my lie in so ‘The Wife’ was downstairs seeing to the boys. Bubba was singing something ‘Greatest Showman like’ very loudly, no doubt flossing at the same time, (sometimes I do worry he’ll put a hip out) and Squeak was demanding ‘choclat daam’ equally as loud.
I’d planned to faff about upstairs for a bit and delay my arrival into madness until ‘The Wife’ had had enough of solo parenting and demanded my presence but on opening the blinds in Bubba’s room, affectionately known as ‘The Pit of Doom’, I may have given myself away with a whoop. You’d think I got enough whooping as it is wouldn’t you but this one was well deserved.
On our drive, quite happily milling around were twelve (I have OCD, I’d counted them) HORSES! I mean it’s not like waking up to a Blue Tit in your garden is it? I’m talking huge great big shaggy neighing things. Twelve of them.
I’d given myself away with my whoop, there was no hiding so I rushed downstairs shouting for Bubba to follow me outside. For once he was listening to me and stopped mid hip-jiggle to join me running out in our bare feet. Squeak followed on, still in his jarmas, squealing and waving his arms in excitement. He had no idea where he was going but he’s very easily excited!
Bubba nearly exploded. Squeak started shouting ‘stoke it, stoke it!’ and most of the neighbours were out taking photos of this Sunday morning phenomenon. This was better than a crop circle!
Eventually they got bored of us and trotted off in a line, back to where they’d come from but it makes you think doesn’t it? Last week Bubba was so desperate for a horse, cried most nights for one and then BAM, (cue spooky music)… a dozen appear. If I wake up to a dragon in the garden this week, the boy might just be onto something…
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