"Nothing wrong with that," I hear you cry. True, the idea was ostensibly good, but the hour at which it was to be executed, was bad. Yep, the gymnastics class started at 9.15am on Saturday morning. 9.15! In the morning! On a Saturday! That's just rude.
You see, I'm not much of a morning person. Never have been and never will be. I mean, in the olden days I wrote most of my PhD between the hours of 11pm and 3am. That's how much of a night owl I am.
So instead of my usual leisurely Saturday morning with Izzy.... consisting of a chilled breakfast, getting dressed in no hurry and plenty of time for playing.... this Saturday morning had to be planned with the precision of a work/school day...... it was complete bottom.
"Izzy! You have 237 seconds left to finish eating those Cheerios."
"Izzy! You have spent 24 seconds longer than you should have cleaning your teeth."
"Izzy! Why've you got your pants on your head?" ......... you get the picture.
Despite the ungodly hour, Izzy and I managed to arrive at the Sports Centre on time - 9.15am (on a Saturday!).
Sam was already there with her three children, Honey, Joe and Luka. And she was looking as perky as ever, as she waved; "Yoo hoo! Over here!"
I sauntered over, and as I got closer, she looked at me and asked, "Bloody hell, are you ok?"
"Nope." I replied. "It's morning."
"Oh yeh, you don't like 'em do you?" she replied sympathetically.
"Nope." I responded, staring blankly at the gymnastics that were unfolding in the Sports Hall.
So, the early start was bad. But Sam being Sam, she had arranged lots of interesting things for us to do after gymnastics...... way to go girl! So after the initial 9.15am shock had worn off, we had some cool things lined up, starting with a trip to Rectory Farm.
"What the bloody hell is Rectory Farm?" I hear you cry. Well, Rectory Farm is one of the good things about living in the countryside. It is basically the place where all the local farmers sell their produce, and in addition to that, it has a large outdoors Marquee, where you can sit for a coffee and cake.
Pic.No.1. The car-park at Rectory Farm (you can see Izzy, Honey and Joe running inside - it was raining, unfortunately)
Pic.No.2. Sam outside the farm entrance
Pic.No.3 The Marquee in the grounds of the farm where you can quaff coffee and cake. It was shame it was
raining pissing it down, because it is a pretty, rural place to congregate
Pic.No.4. Izzy in a fur coat in the Marquee scoffing an ice-cream
Pic.No.5. Awwww..... Sam with her youngest child, Luka. Very cute he is too.... as you can see from the picture.
Probably the only flaw in the plan was the large outdoor sandpit at Rectory Farm. The reason being, that the heavy rain did not stop Honey, Izzy or Joe from wanting to play in it. So after an hour of lobbing wet, dank spadefuls at each other, they returned to the Marquee, covered from head to toe in the stuff, which had also permeated most orifices. [note to reader. Have you ever tried to wipe wet sand off a kid? It's awful, it just rolls along the skin, clinging on for dear life and causing minor abrasions in the process. And that's before you start trying to get the bucket of sand out their hair].
Sacre Bleu! Not being ones to allow set-backs like 'gritty children' to hold us back, Sam and I took the sprogs and headed for lunch at Cafe Coco in Headington. Yes....'twas all terribly civilised dahlink.
Pic.No.6. Cafe Coco in Headington
Pic.No.7. The lovely Honey and Izzy scoffing pizza
We all indulged in a long, languid lunch, chatting about stuff, and eating Cafe Coco's amazing pizzas.
So all in all, it was a very enjoyable Saturday morning... Thanks Sam!