Well actually more like 12:30; I hadn't realised how terrified of aeroplanes is the lad. Daughter was at the 15 mile "Walk of Life" (Happily Free of Dire Straits) and the lady of the house was in the Emporium Sainsbury's, so the chaps had a bit of downtime in the garden. Again.
Littlun decide to play at being a bull and charge the shirt on the line, which suits me because perhaps I can blame those unsightly grass stains on him! (Vanish can only do so much, you know!)
Suddenly there is the familiar buzz of an aeroplane overhead. Child reacts badly and runs towards his "dag" - that's me- shouting a barely intelligible warning. Something like "Plane! Cuggle!"
We scan the skies anxiously. There it is - the noisy Fokker! Thank you, Mother Superior, but these fokkers were Messerchmitts! This is no time for jokes! We're under attack.
As the Red Baron circles over head, child with sweaty head seeks solace from dad. Looks like we got away with it this time, Algy, but we're going to need to do something about your fear of the bally hun. Can't have you wanting a hug every time Fritz decides on a fly past, old chap. Especially living underneath the flypath of a sizeable airport..,
Examboy, as usual, does nothing!
Rest of the day were a bit rubbish. Thanks for asking!
No Germans were hurt during the making of this blog.
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