25/04/2015

Double bed

Whenever we're on holiday together I try to get a room with twin beds, but it's not always possible.

Wilson is generally a restless sleeper — snoring, talking in his sleep, tossing and turning, rooting out the odd ant hiding in his fur — the more so after a disturbing experience like the Ghost Train. Moreover, his fur is not soft like a puppy's, more bristly like a door-mat. 

So I didn't have an excellent night's sleep, thanks for asking… but today after breakfast we're going to a museum I think W will like — and I don't think there's anything there to scare him.


24/04/2015

Dinner is served

Once we were back at the hotel we lost no time in getting down to the dining room to order our dinner, as we were both ravenous by now!

We ate diligently and in near silence, although Wilson did mention that our waitress looked a bit troubled and perhaps she could use the services of a private investigator.

Once the meal was finished, as the waitress cleared away the dishes and presented our bill, Wilson handed her one of his Consulting Detective business cards.

Without looking at it, she slipped it into her cordless credit-card reader and frowned at the display for a moment, before returning the card to him.

'I'm sorry, sir,' she said, 'your card has been declined.'

W blushed deeply while I paid…


23/04/2015

Our carriage awaits...

I hadn't appreciated that the slide was a 'Ride As Long As You Like' attraction — which made it good value, particularly in Wilson's case as he seemed tireless, going round and round on it for ages while I sat watching him and thinking longingly of dinner.

When he did eventually wilt and returned to me he announced that he was too tired to walk and needed me to carry him back to the car park. I was pretty worn out myself by then, so that was not about to happen. Instead, I suggested taking one of the many horse-drawn taxis.

'Oh yes — so we could!' he exclaimed delightedly, as though that hadn't been on his mind since he first saw them.

He rushed over to make friends with one of the horses, offering him a bit of candy-floss he'd found embedded in his fur in lieu of the more traditional sugar lump, and we rode back along the promenade in great style — in what I can only describe as a Fairy Princess Carriage.

W had befriended the horse, and refused point-blank to ride in one of the more masculine vehicles...


22/04/2015

Giant slide

As anticipated, it did prove possible to make it up to Wilson for not having a donkey ride on the beach. 

I was feeling quite hungry and I wanted to return to the car so we could drive back to the Hotel for dinner — but before this could happen W spotted a Giant Slide.

I made it clear that this would definitely be the last ride of the day, handed him a few coins and watched as he ran off to the ride and climbed the massive staircase to the top. 

All the climbing will probably give him a good appetite for dinner when we do — finally — get to eat…


21/04/2015

Something interesting on the beach

As we were strolling along the pier Wilson spotted something happening down on the beach — donkey rides! 

Some time ago I was under a lot of pressure to allow him to have a pet donkey (he finished up with Diesel, his goldfish) so they're clearly an animal he feels a great affinity for. 

Unfortunately, though, the lady in charge was collecting them together and and it looked as though the rides had ended for the day. 

W called down to her, asking whether the rides were finished and she called back, 'Yes! The donks have had enough for now, but they'll be back again tomorrow!'

I had planned to go somewhere else the following day, but I promised W he could definitely have a donkey ride next time we were at the beach.

He was disappointed, but he took it on the chin… and I expect he'll find a way for me to make it up to him!


20/04/2015

Psychic Reading

You may remember when Wilson thought of becoming a professional Stage Psychic Medium — he bought a book on Cold Reading and learned quite a lot about the subject. He understands that Clairvoyance and so on isn't real. So I was quite surprised by his attitude when he emerged from the Fortune Teller's booth:

'She's good, New Dad!' he told me. 'I mean, she's REALLY good — she knew I'd recently had a shock, and she advised me to keep well away from Ghost Trains and other haunted attractions! And she said I'm totally not possessed, which is a relief!'

I wondered whether to point out that when he'd entered the booth he had been shaking with fear and carrying a ticket for the Ghost Train… but decided against doing so. 

He seems happier and more relaxed now, so I'll just let it lie…
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19/04/2015

A scary journey...

When Wilson emerged from the Ghost Train he was visibly distressed — pale and shaking — so that he had to lean against the wall to support himself.

I ran over to take his arm and comfort him, but he stopped me, saying, 'Keep your distance, New Dad! I fear I may be possessed and I don't want to pollute you with some inimical incubus…'

'What on Earth was in there?' I asked him.

'I have no idea,' he replied. 'I had my eyes tight shut, but it was…' he shuddered, 'Horrifying! Shocking! Heinous!' 

He's always been good with words!

Hoping to distract him I asked whether he'd like a Do-Nut (which usually does the trick) but he said he needed to seek Psychic Counselling immediately, and he tottered off towards the Fortune Teller's Booth.