12/07/2014

sTones on holiday

Wilson is very excited about the Uckfield Arts Festival Children's Parade this afternoon! 

The High Street is closed to traffic for a couple of hours while all the local children march through the village in fancy dress.

The sun is shining and everything looks set fair for the event.

Several people have asked whether it would be possible to have a better look at the photograph of the sTone Brothers on holiday as children, so here is a nice close-up of it.


11/07/2014

The sTones holiday memories...

I've been really looking forward to a few days away in Bournemouth… but Wilson has been talking to the sTone brothers, and they've told him that the best place for a holiday is where their parents used to take them when they were little. 

Which is a quarry in the Midlands.

They've even lent him a treasured photograph of one of their childhood holidays there, of which, they say, they have such wonderful, golden memories.


10/07/2014

Ideal holiday destination

Wilson has been discussing possible holiday destinations with the bees, and they've told him that Bournemouth is very lovely at this time of year. They often fly down there for a few days, apparently.

This is a huge relief to me, as I'd been afraid W would come up with somewhere exotic or expensive like a private island or Saint Tropez...


09/07/2014

We're all going on a Summer Holiday!

I found Wilson this morning eating his breakfast while watching Larva with Antony and Johnson Major. I don't really approve of watching tv during mealtimes, especially Larva which is a really weird Korean cartoon about, well, larvae, but he and Johnson both love it.

Anyway, I put my idea of a short holiday to him and he thought for a moment.  
'Bookings for the Bee Wedding Venue have been disappointingly low, and the Mk2 WASTE Clock business is under control, so I think I could spare a few weeks for a holiday.'

I had been thinking more of a few days rather than weeks, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Anyway, he said he'd do some research and get back to me. 

Perhaps I should have just told him where we were going and not given him any choice…


08/07/2014

Sleepy head...

Following the excitement of yesterday, Wilson is still asleep in bed. 

I had such a lovely birthday this year that I feel a bit guilty that W barely celebrated his at all, even though that was by his own choice. 

So as soon as he wakes up I'm going to suggest we go away on holiday for a few days.


07/07/2014

Formal dining

I was seated with Wilson, Polly and Billi while Diesel shared a table with the sTone Brothers. 

The children had a table to themselves, and I wondered whether leaving them unsupervised was altogether wise. However, when they started messing about — bread-stick sword fighting, throwing paper aeroplanes and so on — Billi was able to quell it with a stern stare and a single raised eyebrow; impressive parenting skills, I thought!

The main course and the desserts were delicious, and W licked his plate clean. Also several other people's plates. Some of them had finished eating.

On the journey home we all sang the most carefree and joyous version of that melancholy favourite Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now I have ever heard, but by the time we eventually arrived back at the house everyone was sound asleep and I had to carry them all — including Wilson — inside and put them to bed.

This has been a brilliant birthday!



06/07/2014

Are we there yet?

Following the picnic in the garden, the bees tidied away the leftover food while the children played tennis and argued about who would be Andy Murray ('You be Andy Murray!' 'No, YOU be Andy Murray!'). Wilson sang his Birthday Blues several more times, interspersed with a selection of Leonard Cohen and The Smiths songs. 

After a couple of hours he consulted the Mk2 WASTE clock and told everyone that it was time to get into the car for another surprise. When everyone was safely in he directed me to the Mystery Destination.

The distance was not great, but it took several hours to get there due to the difficulty of cornering with a goldfish in a bowl balanced on the back seat; the children's constant chorus of 'Are We There Yet?' made it seem even further.

But eventually — much to Diesel's relief — we turned into a car park and W announced that we had arrived!