My friend’s little girl had a day free from school,
so invited us out.
(The kind hearted fool).
We gave it some thought and we found Brodsworth Hall,
with beautiful gardens, all crisp in the fall.
We loaded both cars and set off for the day,
an excited convoy of two all the way.
We pulled in the car park, our tots were all smiles,
as we took in the landscape that stretched out for miles.
A historic home standing proud in its ground,
with manicured gardens and trees all around.
The adventure playground leaps out on our map,
(I trace out the route with my finger and tap).
We ready the pushchairs and march straight ahead,
we don’t find the park, but a sun house instead?
No matter, the kiddies are off to explore, excitedly foraging twigs from the floor.
We fast approach lunchtime so on march our brood,
to advance on the tea rooms and seek out some food….
A quaint little cafe serves tea by the cup.
So perfectly peaceful (until we rock up).
In stomp our kids with their rumbling tums….
But where are the other tots? Where’s all the mums?
I sense dissaproval and feel silent groans, from the elderly faces of those with their scones.
We bustle our pushchairs through tables and chairs,
Invading their peace and avoiding their stares.
I dash to the counter, the two girls with me,
and frantically grab for the first food I see.
Whilst meanwhile my son terrorises my friend,
screeching and pushing her to her wit’s end!
I run to the table with lunch boxes three, as both girls exclaim that they now need a wee.
My friend leads the way, to the loo they all chase,
Whilst I watch my boy stuffing food in his face.
A little while later the trio return,
(my friend is now sporting a look of concern).
My daughter is causing a hullabaloo, about some big leaf that she’s left in the loo?
The boy now obligingly lightens the mood,
By bashing about in his mountain of food.
We all try to eat but my girl’s still bereft.
and sobbing with grief for the leaf that’s been left.
The food is delicious but downed in a rush,
while I keep saying sorry and whispering “shhushh”.
We throw down our dinner and head for the door,
eager to seek out the playground once more.
We re-check the map and we head to the right, no park.
But the sun house is back in our sight?
The kids run about and they kick all the leaves,
put stones in their pockets and mud up their sleeves.
We head to the left and continue to play. And “oh look the sun house?” Once more in our way?
‘Til finally somehow we break from our loop,
and into the playground advances our troop.
My friend and I gawp at the towering frame.
One look says we’re thinking exactly the same.
“This frame is too big girls! You both need to stop!”
But too late my daughter’s there, right at the top.
She launches across on the huge cargo net,
I watch her manoeuvre. My hands start to sweat.
In seconds she’s stuck and beginning to yelp,
Reluctantly mummy darts forwards to help.
I pray the equipment is structurally sound,
As I haul myself up quite a way from the ground.
“I’ve got you now mummy” she launches at me,
and clings to my neck like an awkward monkey.
We slide and we scramble our way to the floor,
and promptly decide not to climb any more.
So back to the grounds and the “Garden of rocks”,
the girls chased and hid while the boy chewed his socks.
We played and we laughed,
did a cartwheel or two
(I even did one – imagine the view!?)
With all the tots shattered we called it a day,
we packed up the cars and were back on our way.
We had an adventure, made great memories,
but days with my tots never pass with much ease.
I feel for my pal, her young lady is 4,
She doesn’t have tantrums and strops any more.
A day with my two must be quite an ordeal?
With climbing and “leaf grief” and tears with the meal?
She’ll possibly think it a little insane
if I try to suggest that we do it again?
As though my friend seems such a stately home lover,
She might need a fortnight or two to recover! ;0)
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