Wednesday, 2 December 2009

I've neglected my blog because I've had the good fortune to go on holiday for two weeks. And boy what a holiday... Goa in the south of India - beautiful!

Anyway, I read that 'Is there a plan B' had written a great blog about alienating an entire boeing 747 well you could see from the looks of the people around us that they were GUTTED to be sitting near the only kids on the entire plane!!! Mr T didn't help this by attempting to grab the already thinning head of hair of the bloke in front as we squeezed into our seats. I suppose there are not many people who would drag their kids 11 hours away just for a bit of sun but ultimately we were going with my parents who contriubuted to the cost so we could afford to come with them, and I was going to see my gran - maybe for the last time.

All of this didn't help me when Drama King had watched Madagascar for the 3rd time and run the battery down on the portable dvd player, had an 'accident',  annoyed the man in front ('will you tell your son to stop kicking my seat'), eaten half a packet of biscuits (to buy his silence) and (obviously) became hyperactive and attempted to wrestle with Mr T - who screamed. All in the first hour or so. My best advice is if you are going longhaul - get a night flight. On the way there, the two of them were kept without proper daytime naps and so slept for 80% of the journey - thank god - although this meant I was unable to go to the loo or eat for 8 hours as Mr T was spread eagled across me asleep.

DK has grown in confidence and curiosity since the holiday. This was a conversation with a dodgy fruit seller on the beach:

Hawker on beach: You like to buy some bananas/pineapples/melon (in strong indian accent)
Me: No thank you
DK: Yes I like pineapple
Hawker: Yes you like pineapple?
Me: No thank you (more firmly)
DK: Yes I do like pineapple
Hawker: You want some pineapple or mango (lowering big heavy basket of his head ready to make the sale)
Me: DK be QUIET PLEASE, NO thanks we don't need any fruit
DK: Oh I like mangoes
Hawker: Yes mango? 20 ruppees
Me: AGgggrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Hawker: Running away with big basket under his arm tripping over the sand
DK: Mummy whats a mango?

So now I'm back to reality with my mocha tan fading under my longjohns, I'm getting on to the next subject... please not more toys for xmas....

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