Wheelistically @ Claire.NU

Don’t panic, I’m still here.

Since my last post K and I suc­cumbed to our wild and hedon­istic tend­en­cies and cel­eb­rated K’s suc­cess with a sunny after­noon pic­nic at Col­chester Zoo, because we know how to par-tay.

[fa:p:a=72157600128786087,id=472665815,j=l,s=s,l=p] The weather was gor­geous; bril­liant sun­shine with just enough breeze to keep K from immin­ent col­lapse when tack­ling the most unfor­giv­ing of inclines pecu­liar to the ter­rain at Colchester.

Although the pho­tos taken were not as good as those taken on our pre­vi­ous trip last sum­mer, we man­aged to see the parts of the zoo that we’d missed the last time around.

High­lights included man­aging to get a decent views of the white tiger (Sasha), watch­ing the Meerkats have their lunch and see­ing K regress to that of a 6 year old when feed­ing com­pressed grass pel­lets to the Pigmy Goats from a plastic vend­ing machine cup.

[fa:p:a=72157600128786087,id=472655592,j=r,s=s,l=p]I refused point-blank to join in on the basis that I was con­vinced that Pigmy Goats may well be car­ri­ers of Bubonic Plague. Lo and behold, K’s hand pro­ceeded to burn, scab and blister within hours of com­ing into con­tact with the grass pel­lets, goat saliva and the foamy anti-bacterial con­tents of the fre­quently placed dispensers.

On Tues­day, K turned 21 and became a “proper” grown-up. Again, we rocked hard in a funky place¹ by hav­ing home-made ham­burgers with the “in-laws” whilst the Womble did a stel­lar Madonna imper­son­a­tion with the cone-shaped Fimbles party hats that J had recycled from a children’s party 3 years ago.

After all that excite­ment, I’m off to have a lie down.

1. Yes, this is a ran­dom Prince ref­er­ence. “Rock­hard in a Funky Place” was a track inten­ded for the Cam­ille album, but later landed on the Black album. [back]