MAMA MIA

Spook headed off early to Twizel with Dan to take part in a bike race.
 I had a lovely long lie, spoilt by Finn jumping into bed with me and seeing me from a new angle. Apparently one which highlights a mono-brow, some whiskers and 'oh Mum....is that a BEARD'.
 He was dispatched pretty quick.
However, the day improved with lovely sunshine and a morning spent in Scotland via Skype. Then the children and I went and bought wee sketch books so they could do visual diaries (Finn's page has a drawing of his new fancy dude-trainers, and another page has some nice writing on it, spelling POO.) Before we knew it, it was time for the tennis lesson so we headed off with me running (cos Dan's got my bike) and the kids cycling. Meg had the rucksack with the recycled racquets. Unfortunately, the coach had forgotten that it was Labour day today and the place was shut. Meg insisted that it was Finns turn to take the rucksack. Unfortunately, I neglected to remind him to fasten the waist belt on it, so when I jogged round the corner I found him off his bike, in the middle of the road with a dramatically bleeding leg, scraped elbow and the ties of the rucksack wrapped round the spokes. He took it well, but it seemed a shame to have such an injury when he's never yet faced the dangers of the skateboard park or the dirt jumps - just the untied rucksack.
Anyway, Meg spent the rest of the day waiting for the mother duck to abandon a duckling so that she could rescue it and rear it (in lieu of a cat?). And this was in lieu of a baby bird that had fallen out the neighbours tree on our way to the tennis, but had thankfully probably been eaten by the neighbours cat by the time we got home. I'm sorry for the bird, but Spook was not going to like a wee bird tweeting hungrily in Megs room all night.
We had a magnificent end to the night at Siobhans cinema www.paradiso.net.nz What a great place to watch the ulitmate 'feel good' movie Mama Mia. Even the musical loathing Spook was charmed. Relaxing with a beer in a comfy armchair after a tough bike race, while his son languished with his shoes off, on a double seater sofa and Meg taking the back seat of the Morris Minor, he chuckled his way through it and I definatley saw his toe tap a couple of times. And yes Siobhan, warm cookies, milk, a nice coffee, wine..whatever. Has to be the best cinema in the world and is exactly what Fort William needs and should have.