Half Term and Wiggies

It is half term here in Cornwall and I had a lovely afternoon with The Git, my Grandaughter Angel and my son James on Tuesday. We went to the Great God Pizza Hut, which the brats loved. Eeewwww - evil stuff! Angel was really funny but Josh was hilarious.

Josh usually stays with Ma and Pa over half term and if Angel gets wind of it, she refuses to go home, as he is her hero. Josh is really growing up now and as the folks live in a Lodge on a big Holiday Park near Newquay there are a lot of 'city kids' staying at the moment. Angel and Josh disappeared when I drove them back on Tuesday at about 6pm. I was literally with Pa for five minutes and went to find them to say goodbye. Pa said, 'they will either be chasing Rabbits and Wiggies (Angels word for Squirrels) down by the park or they will be loitering by the pool hoping to get in'. Josh and Angel have all sorts of adventures at the Park. They climb trees, trying to get as high as the pet cat...nah, no chance and they have the bruises to prove it! Owls, Wiggies and rabbits feature heavily and Gramps keeps them entertained, letting them run free but always keeping an eye and an ear out for them.

I walked around the park, tutting and wishing I had taken the car and finally found them....in the bar playing pool!! Do you think they are a tad young to be barflies? I mean how young do you have to be to get a bar tan?? In my day it was at least 16... Actually the pool table is in a different room from the bar and as long as the kids are quiet they let them play. Thank god pubs don't let us smoke anymore - erm...thats for the poor city kids whose parents don't care what they are doing or erm...is that the Grand Kids of people who are too innocent to understand what they are doing at the age of 5 and 13!!! This is supposed to be funny BTW!

Okay, deep breath taken, I clocked the scene. Angel was on the floor playing dollies with two other lovely, (obviously, she says hysterically) poorly parented city girls and Josh was looking pretty cool playing pool with the other badasses - I think the eldest of whom might have been about 11. Josh was indeed the coolest dude. He had his best skater shoes on, his flashiest baseball cap and was sort of hunched between a lounge and thrust position...god help me!

Take another deep breath, I muttered to myself. Do NOT under any circumstances embarrass The Git, he is just finding his feet. I breezed in, said to Angel that Gramps wanted to play Dinosaurs with her, grabbing her firmly by the hand and giving her my best 'no nonsense honey, you are coming with me' look and waltzed over to Josh. He did his 'rabbit caught in headlights' look and his jaw dropped as I said 'want some change for the pool table Josh'. Dropping 6 quid into his hand I walked out of the door, breathing heavily and then looked down and realized that Angel was still clutching my hand, bless her heart!

Arriving back at the parents' lodge I gave them a lecture about not keeping an eye on Angel and Josh. Dad looked up from his book, laughed and said 'don't worry they are fine and will you stop being a stressy knickers'. Ma just continued listening to The Archers. Angelina got out her foam Dinosaurs pack that I had bought her that day, eyeing me warily. Erm...I might just mention that they had been gone from The Lodge for all of 7 minutes....

I phoned Josh this afternoon. Apparently he has a hot date with the pool table and will not be returning home for several days...I try, I try so hard to be a good mum but it seems that my parents know far more than me and just how to let a little boy grow up!

Namaste

Muse x

PS I have to confess that my Barfly days allegedly started at 15 ish...