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I remember spending my entire first lesson learning how to do a footlock two feet up and weeing myself a little bit whenever the instruction came to do anything other than dangle uselessly. The following day, I could barely pick up my toothbrush for all the seized up pain in my forearms. Turning the page of my book effected a strain similar to the time I tried re-arranging the haybales down the end of the road with my nine-year-old fingertips (and I won't comment on ...
... in gold …. I think there was a girl involved in this act as well but I can’t be sure (neither can Mali I might add!), a woman who hula hooped about a million and one hula hoops on her arms, legs neck, knees …. you name it she had them swinging from it, and the act that Lyndon and I liked the best was a Japanese woman who started with a single feather and very carefully added one palm frond after another to balance the feather, so the feather got further ...
Another sleep in for us again, so another morning having a late breakfast with Annette. We eventually got ourselves organised enough to leave the house so we headed into town on the train to visit Miniature World. I must admit I really didn't think that I would enjoy it but was happy to go as I knew the kids would find it fun …. but it was great. The first section showed the same town through different eras, which was interesting to see. Then there was a section on how a town ...
We are in Hamburg, yay, a much anticipated stop on our trip and today didn't disappoint. We missed Mali and Holger (who claims to be Mali’s real Dad, tut) this morning as we had a bit of a sleep in, but had a lovely quiet morning sitting around the dining table and chatting with Annette (who claims to be Mali’s real Mum). It was quite funny to see some of the same mannerisms that we have grown to love of Mali and realise where they have come from.
Once Mali was home ...
... fashion, when everything looks like it might be okay someone is there to throw a spanner in the works.
Roadworks. Damn roadworks!!
A locked fence lay across the path with absolutely no way around. We stood there speechless and had to walk up and down the fence a couple of times before the consequences of it really sunk in. The path was visible 10m on the other side as if to mock us. There was nothing we could do. It was my saddest moment of the trip ...