Farm

Went to Sacrewell Farm today. Never been before. Hubby tried to make out it was a huge mistake as Boss would be happier at the park; so I pretty much felt like I was dragging them all around with me - until, that is, we hit the Mill House and Boss saw a water wheel and the cogs - then we had instant attention and all-round fascination. He was fascinated with everything except the animals (hmmm...); he liked anything on wheels, and he really loved the little stream and threw endless sticks in - he actually jumped up and down and kept saying, "More sticks! YES!" with fists in the air. Then we saw some lambs, he got to play on a peddle tractor then he had a real tractor ride with his Dad and got a chocolate Easter Egg as a gift at the end of it all. He seemed content and if nothing else he knows there are more things to life than the park and railway station!

Came back home and he started to play with his tractors making some conceptual leaps in certain things which he would not have made before the hands-on experience, and his Dad beamed at me and said, "Look! He's worked that out!" - so is that an admission that taking him *was* an OK thing to do after all then?

Instincts *are* a wonderful thing, aren't they?

Came away from the farm wondering why I eat meat at all, though, as I generally think that animals are kept in the most disgusting conditions, even when they are well kept.

Anyway, apart from that, today Hubby had cooked a wonderful meal before we all left for the farm and I had, once again, roasted chicken ("I remember last week you said you wanted it"). So, aw...

Bump starting to hurt now and kept me awake most of the night. Oh well. Back ache, bump ache... what to do...