Holidays, when you have children, can be quite the stressful thing. Doubly so if one of those children is a yelling, squalling bundle of joy with lungs the size of a baby elephant.
The good lady and I, in a moment of madness, dragged the children screaming to the local park for some fresh air. It was minus 7 celcius so we all wrapped up warm.
Despite it being as cold as a witches tit we had fun even though we had to shout over the periodical crying and screaming of our beloved spawn. I genuinely thought they were tag teaming each other. As soon as one stopped the other started.
We stopped off at The Boathouse a funky little bar/cafe at the side of the big frozen lake in the park. Whilst there the good lady noticed me wistfully gazing at the fun-loving young un's drinking beers and shouting about how good a time they were having and taking numerous selfies to prove that indeed this was the case.
She twiddled about with her phone saying her friend MacMac was messaging her. As she did so I rassled with the two children like they were pigs smeared in butter to make it look like I had some semblance of control over them.
Uncharacteristically, my heart was heavy. I felt like the fun was lacking in our lives as a couple.
Later we arrived home and did all the usual feeding and watering of the horses I mean children.
Shortly after dinner, the doorbell rang. I dropped into a fighting stance and yelled,
Who's the bloody hell is that?!
The good lady replied that she had no idea.
I answered the door, on guard for a surprise attack. It was fine though, It was only the MacMac, the good lady's friend. She bustled past me shouting Merry Christmas.
I followed into the living room. She was gathering the little boom from the good lady's arms and nodding as the location of milk and nappies were given. The little lady who loves MacMac was jumping up and down for joy at her arrival.
Off you go then, shoo shoo!
The MacMac shoo'd at us.
I was baffled. Go? Go where?
The good lady grabbed my hand and hauled me toward the front door. Whilst we pulled on jackets then said goodbye to the little angels she explained that MacMac was going to look after them for a couple of hours so we could go and get beers at The Boathouse.
Beers!
I squeaked.
At the Boathouse!!
I squeaked even more squeakily.
Hurrah for MacMac!!
This last one was squeaked out at such an excited high pitch I swear that the local hound population were popping all manner of boners.
We headed out, hand in hand. Don't you just love it when people are amazing?
Hurrah for the good lady! Hurrah for the MacMac!!
