I was transported back to our old life on the road today, when we took a look at a van. The couple who were selling it drove it out to us, which was helpful, but their kindness was unrequited as the van wasn’t any good for our needs. It was the same van that we had used to travel around Australia in all those years ago, which would have been perfect, except they were asking far too much, there was less storage space and there were a few mechanical issues. Anyway, I wasn’t looking forward to driving the beast again!
Now jetlag is but a memory we have been spending our time playing- in one of the two nearby parks, on the grass outside the cabin or inside the pub. The pub has an old set of duplo blocks, still shiny (or is that just because they’re plastic!) and some grubby, synthetic stuffed toys, which Nabeela adores.
We walk into the pub of a morning, first customers of the day (as we are up by 6) and order two hot soy milk drinks, soon after, Nabeela will be pulling on me and demanding that I ‘come mammy’ and ‘play with toys’. So we all sit on the floor of the pub, making daft animals or objects out of blocks and cuddling smelly teddies!
If she isn’t playing, Nabeela will be giving us a running commentary of our day or pointing out various things, such as ‘magpie birdie’ or ‘aireeplane’ or even ‘f**k’ or ‘facker’! No, we haven’t been teaching our daughter to swear, Nabeela just can’t say her ‘trs’ just yet! Even so it is quite funny seeing the looks on nearby strangers faces, when she points and shouts ‘f**k’ in her ringing voice.
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