I Hate Caravans
One negative thing about travelling up and back to Carlisle is the high number of trundling caravans you have to fight past on the M6. The Lake District is like a candle for these moths. They should be banned from using motorways. The only silver-lining of having them block up the road, is the ability to laugh at the manufacturer's names given to the boxes of scrap metal on wheels.
My favourite model from this trip was the "Marauder".
Bizarrely, it was being driven by a guy dressed in a black desert nomad costume and wielding a great curved sword.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
The Dance of Death
We went up to Carlisle at the weekend to see Vic’s mum and dad. Nelson the dog has pretty much got over his psycho paw gnawing and was pleasantly surprised to see us arrive. As usual his little willy popped out to greet us at the door.
Day 1 saw Nelson over-excited about having a mini human in his midst. India was unsure of what to make of him. A muscular mass of black hair with big teeth and lots of salvia wasn’t something she wanted up close and personal in her face. Frantic pointing at the dog and cuddling up close to mummy was about as adventurous as it got.
Day 2 saw a gradual coming together of the two naughty monkeys: they were both excited, but not crazily so.
Day 3 was the complete reverse of day 1, with India squealing in delight at the dog and trying to grab his tail / pat his back / stick her hands in his mouth. Of course, as soon as Nelson was aware of tiny hands grabbing at him, he would spin round to challenge the 2ft tall energetic bundle of nuisance. Slow motion boxing-style replays of his spinning would probably have shown beads of dog salvia being thrown from the thrashing beast. India didn’t like this, and would retreat into our arms in an instant, laughing maniacally as she did so. Then her brow would furrow and our devilish child would wait for the unsuspecting dog to turn away before pounching once more. Repeat until either dog, dad or mum got bored.
The three days played out like some great Dance of Death, with the two participants gleefully taunting each other and being forcibly separated by the adults of the house when things looked as if they were getting out of hand.
No wounds administered by either dancer, but next time we go up – when India should be fully mobile – I think we can expect fireworks.
Especially if it’s the first weekend of November.
We went up to Carlisle at the weekend to see Vic’s mum and dad. Nelson the dog has pretty much got over his psycho paw gnawing and was pleasantly surprised to see us arrive. As usual his little willy popped out to greet us at the door.
Day 1 saw Nelson over-excited about having a mini human in his midst. India was unsure of what to make of him. A muscular mass of black hair with big teeth and lots of salvia wasn’t something she wanted up close and personal in her face. Frantic pointing at the dog and cuddling up close to mummy was about as adventurous as it got.
Day 2 saw a gradual coming together of the two naughty monkeys: they were both excited, but not crazily so.
Day 3 was the complete reverse of day 1, with India squealing in delight at the dog and trying to grab his tail / pat his back / stick her hands in his mouth. Of course, as soon as Nelson was aware of tiny hands grabbing at him, he would spin round to challenge the 2ft tall energetic bundle of nuisance. Slow motion boxing-style replays of his spinning would probably have shown beads of dog salvia being thrown from the thrashing beast. India didn’t like this, and would retreat into our arms in an instant, laughing maniacally as she did so. Then her brow would furrow and our devilish child would wait for the unsuspecting dog to turn away before pounching once more. Repeat until either dog, dad or mum got bored.
The three days played out like some great Dance of Death, with the two participants gleefully taunting each other and being forcibly separated by the adults of the house when things looked as if they were getting out of hand.
No wounds administered by either dancer, but next time we go up – when India should be fully mobile – I think we can expect fireworks.
Especially if it’s the first weekend of November.
