Private Thoughts Made Public

Sorry for not posting anything in the last few days – been busy busy busy! I’m looking for a new bicycle online, after giving my old one to my nephew. I’ve been bidding for a few bikes online via ebay, however I’ve lost out on the first nine or ten I’ve bid on. I’m determined to get the bike I want at the price I want to pay, however. Every time I look at these ebay shops I think I’d like to have a piece of the action. I’m thinking about selling small good quality items that are always in demand, easy to stock and post, and preferably with a good profit margin! I’d tell you what my current line of thought is, but then I’d have to kill you afterwards. So you’ll just have to wait and see.
My mum and I took the kids (son, niece, nephew) to Southport on Sunday. It was an expensive day out, but the kids enjoyed themselves, which is the main thing. The pleasure beach is way too expensive and half the things we tried didn’t work properly, so we got the kids out of there as soon as possible! Everyone enjoyed the boat we hired, especially my son, who was in charge of all the controls for a few minutes. And if you’re going to let a four year old take full control of a motorised vehicle, a slow boat in the middle of a large lake is a good place to start!
After lunch I took a breather while my mum took all the kids round the 18-hole miniature golf putting course. All seemed to be going well, until my son came running towards me from the far end of the course crying his eyes out. “What’s the matter?” I (rather obviously) enquired. “Grandma took my ball away from me!” he said, in between wails and snivels. Now, here I was, in charge of five coats, a handbag (not mine!) and a carrier bag full of juice, so I couldn’t immediately find out what was going on. I decided the only course of action was to investigate, so I picked up all the stuff and started to head out to the back of the course. I’d only taken two of three steps with everything when my niece came running up and asked my son if he wanted to play again. Of course he did, so off he went. I had to wait until they had all finished the course to find out what was going on. And the cause of the problem? My son was getting impatient and wouldn’t wait his turn. Still, I suppose he learned his lesson, because everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot more on the second half of the course
All in all, quite a good day out. Even though it didn’t quite tire my son out enough for him to go to bed at a reasonable time….