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Date: 25 February 2005 22:05:34
My little Michelin Man waddled off full of excitement, hurriedly-packed lunch in hand (trust me to wake up unable to remember why I'd set the alarm to go off a quarter of an hour early and snuggle back down under the duvet with the snooze function in place.... only to wake fifteen minutes later with the knowledge that my Smudgelet was to go hungry if I didn't shift a bit!), watched by a rather jealous mummy and an even more jealous big brother ("If anyone it should be me who's going to greet her, 'cos I'm the one who's a qualified swimmer!"). This evening the tales of his adventures came in a non-stop wave, rather like some of those Ellen MacArthur had to endure at sea. He's remarkably well informed about her voyage, though, and was full of actually quite interesting information.
Imagine our increased delight when we arrived at the pub where M was taking us for Dad's birthday tea. It's our favourite - on the banks of the River Medina - and there moored alongside us was the famous B&Q sponsored trimaran, looking as pristine as the day she was first launched.
The meal was wonderful. I was good - I declined the extravagent dessert menu and satisfied myself with a fruit salad, while all around me were indulging in lemon-meringue-icecream-sundaes, sticky-toffee-puddings, mallow-and-brownie-chocolate dip, and raspberry-and-white-chocolate-cheesecake. The lady taking our orders asked whether I wanted icecream with mine and, when she saw my hesitation, said with a wink, "I am sorry madam, but our fruit salads all come served with icecream which is an essential part of the dish and cannot be left out!". I compromised by giving the Smudgelet half of it.
Busy day tomorrow.. we have competition-standard cakes to make!