Yesterday was our first full day of Babybel-sitting [the noble Mrs. Cheddar is covering the other days] while her mum and dad were at work – and despite the day starting at a time that I had forgotten existed – we had fun. We did some dog walking and running through puddles - of which there were many – and which necessitated a complete change of clothing when we got home. [Note to self – give morning bath after dog walk if there is any likelihood of puddles on dog walking route.]
Then after lunch we did shopping in the local pet shop [very popular], followed by a bus ride to feed ducks and visit the play park. After which it was time to go back home to wait for daddy.
Just as when I was teaching, I had massively over-prepared, so the box full of craft activities never got touched, nor did the dishwasher full of clean things and the pile of dirty dishes which her granddad [or, as she would have it, ‘Grangrad’] had saved for her – washing up and dishwashers being top favourites. [Bet that changes by the time she’s old enough to do it unsupervised …]
Then we went to bed and slept and slept and slept – although I can’t speak for Babybel.
We had a lovely time – but I think there is probably a very good reason Mother Nature prevents women of my age from having babies…