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Thursday 17th July 2008
A******'s Birthday!
       
Today is split up into several chunks, that aren't entirely clear by the grouping of these thumbnails, but should be obvious nonetheless. In the morning, there were presents to open and play with. Then, after breakfast, it was pretty much time to get ourselves moving, into the car . . .
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. . . although saying that, we suspected that A****** would have been perfectly happy to stay at home all day, just playing with his new toys, but hey . . . We asked him if he wanted to see the dinosaurs (i.e. Manchester Museum) and the thought of seeing dinosaurs just about out-weighed playing with his new toys. So off we went to Manchester.
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The museum was excellent, I think M**** and I getting more out of it than A******, but hey . . . after a while, we let A****** kind of wander around, us dutifully following him around, trying to discourage walking around in circles. A couple of things initially freaked him out, like Stan (the T. Rex) and Mister Potter's Cow (if I'm looking a bit sweaty in that picture, it's because I had been carrying A****** about in order to quickly get him to the toilet, of which I think there was only one working one, in a four storey building . . . something to do with a strike).
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And then, in the evening, Helen and Stu came over to baby-sit R******, whilst the three of us were supposed to go to Bella Italia for dinner. A****** was reluctant at first, but agreed eventually. We had a meal (I don't know who the people are in the background, but they appeared to be students, drinking water . . . which didn't really add up, given that they have either recently graduated (hence the gowns) or else finished for the year . . . but then what are they doing in a place like Bella Italia? Hmmmm?!), A****** getting suitably messy with his spaghetti bolognese (or wiggle worms, as we call it). Back at home, we had a sliver of 'In The Night Garden' birthday cake (A****** having already had some pudding with his meal) and . . . I think that was about it.
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