Chugga Chugga Choo Choo

Today's special treat for good boys was a trip on the train. BB was excited to be going on a train - that was until 5 mins before ours arrived, and a huge one went though the station at about 80 miles an hour. He then informed me he wanted to go on a slow train. He didn't like fast ones. All his constipation problems could have been cured in that instant.

BB just wanted to get back on the train - it wasn't that he didn't want to shop, he just wanted to be on a train. Matters took a turn for the worst when we parted company at the top of an escalator. After taking the lift up to the 2nd floor, he told me he wanted to go down the "stairs". As he wanted to hold my hand, I had to explain that because I had the pram, I would have to put that on first, hold it with one hand, and hold his hand with my other. Couldn't be easier I was thinking. I've done it loads. That was until he decided to miss his step, and fell on his backside, then scrambled backwards. So there we are, heading in opposite directions, hands outstretched like a moment from some Hollywood love story, him howling and me telling him it's ok. So here was my choice.....let the one strapped into his pram bounced down the escalator unaided and take a step back for the big one. Or, leave him to see if he would take the step before I got to the bottom.....

As I got to the bottom (you didn't really think I'd let LL bounce down, did you?), I'm trying to reassure him, whilst cursing this bloody pram that is preventing me get to him sooner. Meanwhile he is working himself into a frenzy. I'm pondering, do I leave LL here, take a quick run around to the up escalator? For a brief minute, I even considered sprinting back up the down one. There was no one on it - I know 20 years ago I had the pace to do it, but I quickly discarded the notion for fear of looking like Bambi on ice if I tripped. Fortunately, a bloke just picked him up and brought him down, so the drama was short lived.

In the end, I decided that I could make the earlier train home than I originally intended, but arrived at the station with 45 mins to kill. LL woke up hungry, and BB couldn't understand why none of the trains were his. Twas a joyous experience.

To make matters worse, I bumped into a few old faces who had crew changed and were on their way home. Not very North Sea Tigery to be sober at the train station with a couple of bambinos. The train home was harder work - no seats and a grumpy LL. Not too bad a day though.
They've been fed left overs from the fridge - and I can't find any of the takeaway menus. What the hell have you done with them? Trust you to tidy up the one thing I'd find useful......