Flopped like a bag of oranges back from the Natural History Museum - where I sigh with dreamy delight even before I get up the steps and spend as much time fondling the walls as I do appreciating the exhibits.
But today we had butterflies.
Big fuckers too.
Worth getting really sweaty for. Really really sweaty. We were fluttering our Butterfly Explorers passports more than the damned insects were fluttering their delightful wings I'm telling you. But in England that's a rare treat so I flapped with relish.
Simple pleasures. Heat, pretty things and happy pointing children.
Also skidded round the dinosaurs at top speed - with my tour guide familiarity voice piping out - 'Alligator skin! Troodon and oviraptor! Iguanodon thumb spike! Maiasaura nest! Buggy! Toilets! Yes you do!' before doubling back in rampage style to bundle into The Deep. Very dark, The Deep. From the Sunlight Zone - to the Twilight Zone - to the Midnight Zone...... Managed to lose 3 out of 4 children in there. Result!
(And then the nice tourist guide turns into a neck-vein-pulsing horror film tree-monster in the shop. Why do people make fluffy octopuses/octopi anyway?)
Well - we got out eventually. Now had 3 kids. Still missing 1. She's down the road at the Science Museum by now. Boys and I didn't have enough puff to get much further than the bag checker. Decided 3 exhibitions in 1 museum was enough for 1 day. Sorry Stephenson's Rocket. Sorry Space toys. Sorry V & A Quilts. 4 kids, 1 tube and 2 trains was entertainment enough.
But back at Base Camp they still had enough energy to spend another 6 hours rampaging around my prone carcas in the garden. I was ready for bed at 7.30. (Although obviously had to look up all the cool books we'd seen in the NH Museum shop on Amazon. And then there's them e-mails......... Mmmmmmmn - blooooogggss.............. )
But enough. Bed. Pop-Up Butterflies book. Cuddles. Pretending to be asleep so that they'll go to sleep.
And sure enough.........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Me that is.
But next day - there I am with my Spotters Guide to Butterflies in my paws saying 'Ooh!' alot. The kids have moved on. Butterflies was SO yesterday.
Minx is busy cropping and working on a photograph taken of her best friend and her boyfriend-to-be like a true Pap. Monkey Boy can do 9 steps when he's standing on his hands. Rock Godling does indeed put pasta and cheese in a paper bag for later. And Thuglet will now poo in our toilet.
Noone cares about little white eggs under a nettle leaf.
Life is fluttering by. No time to lose. Come on Mum. Time to fly.
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'Yeah yeah. Where's the crisps?'