This weekend was the big drive down to Southampton, the very first holiday for the kids. They will not recall much of the journey, however, because their eyes were closed for most of it. So along with a stop halfway to feed them, this went as well as could be expected. It was a good job that they did get some rest because, like Rick Waller at a Cannibal’s Conference, they were not left alone for the rest of the weekend.
The weather was beautiful (too beautiful to be honest as I was burnt on the back of my neck) and this made the weekend even better. The summers in Southampton are much better than the ones that we are now used to in Manchester. It was like we were on holiday somewhere tropical. My skin has been gradually taught to fear the sun by a process of water treatment and torchlight, and now it needs to be coaxed outside a bit more gently. I have become the human embodiment of a mushroom so I must remember this in the future.
Sunday was slightly surreal, as I happened to come across a morris-dancing competition in Estbury Gardens. The troops of dancers tend to fall in to two categories; 1) the strange types that take it very seriously, and 2) the strange types that look like they should be locked up. Although a funny English custom that should be celebrated on summer days, it now appears to have been completely monopolised by the village idiot that for the rest of the year surfs for porn. Dylan and Sophie will not be getting enrolled in any of these groups when they are older. I am sure that the incident at Waco, Texas was started by a load of Morris Dancers that gradually became believers that what they were doing was normal.
By the end of the weekend we managed to get round most of the family that we knew about, and I even managed to see some family that I didn’t know about. Everyone was excited to see Dylan and Sophie, and a general consensus is that “Sophie is small”, ”She is small though”, “Isn’t she smaller than her brother”, “I’ve never seen anyone that small”. I think for the time being we may just pretend that Sophie is actually Dylan’s toy, and he just likes playing with dolls. It will make a difference to answer questions on the doubted sexuality of Dylan, rather than the obvious size discussion.
All in all though it was really good, and I am glad that we have now been able to show them to some of the people that matter. We can now go back to Manchester and relax.
The weather was beautiful (too beautiful to be honest as I was burnt on the back of my neck) and this made the weekend even better. The summers in Southampton are much better than the ones that we are now used to in Manchester. It was like we were on holiday somewhere tropical. My skin has been gradually taught to fear the sun by a process of water treatment and torchlight, and now it needs to be coaxed outside a bit more gently. I have become the human embodiment of a mushroom so I must remember this in the future.
Sunday was slightly surreal, as I happened to come across a morris-dancing competition in Estbury Gardens. The troops of dancers tend to fall in to two categories; 1) the strange types that take it very seriously, and 2) the strange types that look like they should be locked up. Although a funny English custom that should be celebrated on summer days, it now appears to have been completely monopolised by the village idiot that for the rest of the year surfs for porn. Dylan and Sophie will not be getting enrolled in any of these groups when they are older. I am sure that the incident at Waco, Texas was started by a load of Morris Dancers that gradually became believers that what they were doing was normal.
By the end of the weekend we managed to get round most of the family that we knew about, and I even managed to see some family that I didn’t know about. Everyone was excited to see Dylan and Sophie, and a general consensus is that “Sophie is small”, ”She is small though”, “Isn’t she smaller than her brother”, “I’ve never seen anyone that small”. I think for the time being we may just pretend that Sophie is actually Dylan’s toy, and he just likes playing with dolls. It will make a difference to answer questions on the doubted sexuality of Dylan, rather than the obvious size discussion.
All in all though it was really good, and I am glad that we have now been able to show them to some of the people that matter. We can now go back to Manchester and relax.
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