At 11am we headed up to the in laws to have breakfast with the guests and then pottered around while the girls played with their friends in the street.
It was Claire's birthday and she got that brain training game for her DS. Melissa insisted I mention that she got the best mental age score of 39. I got 59, but it wouldn't recognise my handwriting, and I was watching the football and only half paying attention. And other excuses.
Shortly after about 3pm we headed to Paris.
Paris, Lancashire that is.
As you can see the weather was pretty nice. That was obviously about to change, as we'd taken the pram with us and decided to walk the length of the miracle mile.
It was windy, but relatively warm and rather pleasant. We headed along I think the north pier to see what we could see.
Mainly shitty rides, as it turns out. Rides and pushy stall attendants.
We decided to head up to the south pier. Which may have been the north pier. I'm no good at these things, and on the way it was decided we were hungry, so stopped for the obligatory fish and chips.
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| Obligatory photo of obligatory fish and chips. |
Once we'd finished eating we were going to head up the pier to see what other rides were there that kids could go on, but then we saw this :
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| A storm is coming. |
We headed back to the car at a very quick pace, but it was not quick enough and we got fucking soaked. It was cold too. Cold, and wet. Awesome. Penny stayed warm and dry though, and despite my pleas, Melissa wouldn't let me get in the pram with her.
Icing on the cake though, was that the bastard lights weren't working as we were walking (running) back to the car. I'm still yet to see Blackpool lights. Typical.
Oh yes, the car. No, still no pictures yet. Maybe tomorrow.
Right, now we've got two eight year old girls coming to stay the night. This should be fun. If I didn't sleep last night, I surely wont sleep tonight.
See you tomorrow!
