Anyway, it was Spammer & The Doctor's anniversary so they went to Stratford to see Captain Jean Luc Picard in Shakespeare and Rolfy and me got to look after the boys. We went for the full house in the end and invited Momma P & TGP up. TGP couldn't make it as he was off putting together a DVD to support his amazing CS Lewis Theatre stuff. As the late, great, Bob Mackenzie used to say; "David! Where's the merch? It's ALL about the merch, Dave!"
It was a great day, some of it spent in the rain, eating pie minister pies, buying cheese for the picnic the next day when TGP arrived.
Anyway, Momma P was utilised to the max when Wyatt filled his nappy, his trousers and some of the pushchair with a horrific amout of excrement while we were watching three blokes from malawi doing somersaults. Momma P reacted first with her and Rolf commandeering the disabled toilets / nappy changing facilities in a pincer movement and cleaning everything and changing Wyatt's clothes while Charlie and me watched some women singing about oppression. While they were wearing tight, revealing clothes. The irony was probably lost on us both.
We had our picnic on the downs. Lovely.
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