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Date: 13 March 2004 19:42:10
If it was the boys who were going to the dentist, how come I was feeling a bit nervous this morning? My turn's on Friday! Mind you, he was lovely. I won't say it was well worth the money as it made rather a hole in my finances this morning but he was great with the children and very thorough - even using a camera to let them see what was going on in their mouths! And they were rather chuffed to get an egg-timer each to time them cleaning their teeth. They were busy brushing away for ages tonight, turning the timers over and over.
Good job we were running a bit late and decided to take Tiddles to music centre by car rather than bus. It saved us a disaster this afternoon when we were planning to go out, as the car broke down on the way home. There we were, tootling uphill along the second busiest road on the Island, a cortege of cars behind us as we made our way past the crematorium at 20 mph. We struggled into the garage, where the car promptly collapsed and gave up. They fixed it on the spot - but sitting in their reception area for an hour and a half wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind for a Saturday morning, especially with a six year old!
This afternoon's treat, complete with well-running car, was a trip out. We drove over the Downs which was a treat in itself. It is such a wonderful view, up on the crest of the hill with the sea to be seen in both directions and an amazing panorama over miles of Island hills and valleys and beaches, and across to the mainland too. Beautiful. I was sorry we'd forgotten to put the kites in the boot of the car. In our old car we carried them everywhere.
As it was, we ended up in Brading, in the oldest house on the Island. It's a lovely old building and houses the Wax Museum - one of the few places on the Island that's open before Easter. I hadn't been for years and the boys had never been before. It was a good afternoon out, although I expect Smudgelet will be having nightmares for many a night to come after the chamber of horrors! Most of the waxworks are linked with Island history, which made it really interesting.... and there were some pretty grusome stories, I can tell you. Valentine Gray who was a little chimney sweep's apprentice and died age 10, the girl who was pronounced dead of consumption at the age of seventeen and regained consciousness just as the verger went to fasten down the lid of the coffin, Louis de Rochefort who was murdered in the house and whose ghost haunts the place, apparently - we actually saw his skeleton in the grounds! Hmmm.... Smudgelet may not be the only one having nightmares!
Now they are asleep. I want to be asleep, and Dad needs a bath. Ho hum.