Sam and I took the boys for a day out at Paulton's. This is a local theme park, first time we've been. Not as big as the likes of Alton Towers and Chessington, but just about right for them at this age.
We realised after the first couple of rides that last night's take-away curry accompanied by too much to drink and a late night was not the best preparation. Being tossed around in every direction on a pretend sailing boat emphasized the mild hangovers we were feeling. Still that was supposed to be a last fling before my sense of taste and small get screwed.
But the real story here was that there was a group of children from Southampton hospital's cancer ward. They were being taken on a day out by the firemen on the fire engines. They were having a great day out. I don't know their stories but I'm sure, for many of them, it's not good. This is real tragedy, I don't think my situation bears comparison.
They even went on "The Edge", which I didn't fancy - Sam had to go on with Christopher. Fortunately I remembered that my doctor had specifically mentioned that I was not to go on that ride.
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