The Cheetah Keeper’s sister has felt a bit cooped up over the last week or so as her brother (and parents) have done battle with the evil double pronged virus that, just as you’re thinking you’re over the worst, comes back and has another dig at your throat, chest and sinuses – with a smug grin over it’s little virussy face and shouting “so you think you can win…? do ya?” as it sends your temperature soaring and you back towards the sofa.
By 7.30am yesterday morning she was begging to go outside – to the zoo, to the park, to feed the ducks – anything. Yesterday was extremely cold. Having spent most of the last week doing so, the Cheetah Keeper was more than happy to remain curled up on my lap watching the television. We had to go out – the poor girl was desperate for some fresh air. So we did.
We looked for beautiful things, Green Balloon Club spots, things beginning with M (ready for I Spy on Wednesday!), animals and birds. We talked about how old bridges and man hole covers were and we played in the mud. We had red cheeks and runny noses and the children had to be stripped off in the porch before entering the house (straight into pj’s) and the coats and trousers went straight in the wash. Top parenting tip – always have a spare coat!