Chez Spud

I love MrSpud for many reasons, one of which is his sheer gutsiness. I must say that I do try not to tell him too often, just to keep him on his toes and also as a kind of ongoing vengeance for The Saucepans. On which note, a friend  told me that his wife just bought him one of those files for removing dead skin from your feet as a wedding anniversary present….love that, “Here, Happy Anniversary! Now take this and turn those trotters back in to feet wouldya?”

But back to MrSpud and his funny little ways. Yesterday he goodly offered to take the boys to the park in a bike trailer despite the blistering heat. The boys were pretty chuffed about this as they’ve never been in a bike trailer before. So we borrowed one from our friend, who luckily was too busy filing his trotters to take his own children out and about in it.

Here are the boys, clipping themselves in and ready to go. Note hard hats…don’t you love their utter trust in their father’s ability to get them places in one piece:

Is there a life jacket with a whistle for attracting attention anywhere?

Bye Mummy! Feel free to loaf around on the sofa surfing the net while we’re gone won’t you?

Bertie looking a little unsure, still looking for the life jacket?

Ready for the off, MrSpud looking confident…er but MrSpud, you’re not supposed to PUSH the bike, you’re supposed to cycle it?

MrSpud looking confident

Oh good, he’s worked it out, he’s getting on the bike, this is good:

Nice sandals...do you wear socks with those sometimes MrSpud?

Hoorah, they’re off. Oh, but MrSpud…it’s a bit of a hill…do you think, perhaps, you’ve over estimated your own strength? You’re only very little remember and you’ve got two heffalumps in the back there?

Note Bertie looking entirely unimpressed in the back

Oh, and he’s OFF. Yes, he is OFF the bike and pushing again having cycled for approximately 2 metres (admittedly a little better than my 21cm shot put).

And he's off...I repeat..he is off

COOOOEEEEE MrSpud, turn around, let’s get a shot of you in your moment of shame shall we? No?

Run MrSpud! Run like the wind...

Giggle. I don’t ‘think’ he pushed them all the way to the park, but MrSpud learnt a valuable lesson about how embarrassing it is when you wildly overestimate your own strength and have your wife photograph the entire episode and then write about it on the WWW DOT, as my Grandad calls it. How he must wish he’d ticked the ‘must be loving and supportive’ box when shopping for me on the internet. No point trying to get a refund now MrSpud, I’m used goods, my packaging is not intact and my labels have been removed. You’re stuck with me! Now stop whining or I’ll buy you a de-trotter for your birthday.

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