Out of this World

Despite feeling a little lacklustre at the start of the day I soon shook it off (with the help of a couple of paracetamol) as Miss A and I had a date with two of her pre-school chums at the Museum and she was so excited. So much so she made up a rhyme, 'We're going to the museum to see Ingrid and Liam' and repeated it over and over. Little D was doing manly things with his dad - mowing the lawn, going to the dump and being driven around in the van, which he loves.

Ingrid and Liam were just as excited as Miss A when we met and they raced round each room in the museum, barely stopping to take anything in. They had much more fun chasing each other, playing hide and seek and bumping down the numerous stairs. Liam had a trouser malfunction and they slipped down a little, exposing his bottom. The girls thought this was hilarious and, before we knew what was happening they were all mooning in the museum! It took a warning that the 'man who sees everything' in the museum would be very cross and would put them out onto the street if they continued to show their bottoms. Seemed to do the trick and normal(ish) service was resumed, with only the occasional glance over the shoulder, looking out for the 'man who sees everything'.

We then ran onto the Royal Mile to savour the last of the Olympic fervor, an open top bus parade in the rain. Thankfully we didn't have to wait too long to see Chris Hoy and co waving and showing off their wonderful medals. I've never seen gold look so, well, gold! We then ran back to the car for shelter. Not content with just one glimpse, Miss A asked if we could chase the bus. I duly obliged and we managed to catch up with it again on George Street. I put the window down to try and soak up a bit of the atmosphere but just as quickly Miss A order me to put it up again - apparently she doesn't like the sound of bagpipes!

I hope that, for Miss A, today was out of this world.