We are away for half term. I am starting to work out what to pack and what needs to be shopped for and what we don't need to get until we get back.
It is a bit peculiar as Halloween is just after half term, and the day after we return little bear will be 'trick or treating' at my sister in law's. There may be sweets. However the costume needs to be sorted out before we go. I don't know whether I need to get sweeties in, as we sometimes get trick or treaters but sometimes we don't.
And I will need to make sure that as much as possible is sorted out for school before we go away. I am usually not fit for purpose the week after we get back, so I don't want to be caught out. Having little bear at school is making me much more determined to keep things organised and to look ahead. Those who already have a child or more than one at school will be used to the near military organisation that it seems to demand, but to me it is like waking up. I was used to thinking like this at work, it is time that I thought like it now.
So, lists of what to take. Lists of what to have organised so that it is ready to go when we get back. Lists of clothes and shopping and also things we can do. I am not anticipating good weather. Trying on clothes, sorting out clothes, getting winter tyres on the car, getting the car emptied before it is packed to the roof.
Tonight I will start making lists with little bear. I think it is a good idea to help him understand what we need to take and do. By our next holiday I think he will be writing the lists for me.
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Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Castlegate Cottage, Castlegate
We stayed in Castle Cottage, Castlegate, Pickering. Again.
There are two reasons. The first reason is that getting OH to go anywhere on holiday can be a challenge. Now he has found somewhere he likes we are going back again and again and again. He likes it, and to be honest, so do I - it is a lovely base to go out or stay 'home'.
The second reason we are going there twice a year since little bear was in a travel cot is because it is lovely. It is definitely a step up from our place, with a dishwasher and dishes from M&S. It is a stone built cottage with an open fire. It doesn't matter what the temperature - we have a fire every night. As I have said before, it is only a few yards from the castle, near the market town's centre and just perfect (well, we can't get a signal for OH to get on the internet and one of us always ends up sleeping on the sofa, but apart from that, perfect)
I am a little embarrassed about how I left the cottage. I managed to have a brief wipe round the bathroom, washed up and swiped briefly. However I do feel I was at a disadvantage. Little bear woke up at six am - as per usual. And I was frantically trying to keep him quiet as the other two men needed their sleep. OH was driving and needed to be rested. Darling father had a hangover the size of Birkenhead, or if he didn't he ought to. Then I had to pack and clean between them coming downstairs and the check out time of 10am. I think I remembered to empty the fridge, but I am ashamed that I didn't get to clean the hearth. Especially as it had seen such service.
There are two reasons. The first reason is that getting OH to go anywhere on holiday can be a challenge. Now he has found somewhere he likes we are going back again and again and again. He likes it, and to be honest, so do I - it is a lovely base to go out or stay 'home'.
The second reason we are going there twice a year since little bear was in a travel cot is because it is lovely. It is definitely a step up from our place, with a dishwasher and dishes from M&S. It is a stone built cottage with an open fire. It doesn't matter what the temperature - we have a fire every night. As I have said before, it is only a few yards from the castle, near the market town's centre and just perfect (well, we can't get a signal for OH to get on the internet and one of us always ends up sleeping on the sofa, but apart from that, perfect)
I am a little embarrassed about how I left the cottage. I managed to have a brief wipe round the bathroom, washed up and swiped briefly. However I do feel I was at a disadvantage. Little bear woke up at six am - as per usual. And I was frantically trying to keep him quiet as the other two men needed their sleep. OH was driving and needed to be rested. Darling father had a hangover the size of Birkenhead, or if he didn't he ought to. Then I had to pack and clean between them coming downstairs and the check out time of 10am. I think I remembered to empty the fridge, but I am ashamed that I didn't get to clean the hearth. Especially as it had seen such service.
Saturday, 18 June 2011
I'm Back!
We are back from the holiday.
We had a marvellous time. Little bear got over heated in Flamingo Land, paddled in the sea at Whitby, ate scampi at every opportunity, behaved impeccably most of the time, and had a runny tummy.
OH relaxed, walked, failed to get an internet connection and was definitely far more relaxed at the end of the holiday than the beginning.
Darling father's whiskey consumption was down on last year but still significant.
I have knitted most of the back of a sweater I am beginning to regret and even had a few drinks myself. Okay, a thimble full of Tia Maria every other night isn't really going to affect me that much, but it was a nice change.
I will post more later when I have made dents in the unpacking, internet banking, updating and re-organising that always pounce after a holiday.
We had a marvellous time. Little bear got over heated in Flamingo Land, paddled in the sea at Whitby, ate scampi at every opportunity, behaved impeccably most of the time, and had a runny tummy.
OH relaxed, walked, failed to get an internet connection and was definitely far more relaxed at the end of the holiday than the beginning.
Darling father's whiskey consumption was down on last year but still significant.
I have knitted most of the back of a sweater I am beginning to regret and even had a few drinks myself. Okay, a thimble full of Tia Maria every other night isn't really going to affect me that much, but it was a nice change.
I will post more later when I have made dents in the unpacking, internet banking, updating and re-organising that always pounce after a holiday.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Darling Father has gone home
Darling father has gone home. He had to, he goes to Benidorm on Sunday. He stayed a week longer than he had planned - even though he was really welcome it was a surprise, but I was really happy.
We worked out that in one fortnight he had drank three litres of whiskey. This is not good.
I have an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. Now it could be that I have over developed worry muscles, but I am a little concerned about my darling father.
He has left some clothes behind, which is a good sign, plus a drift of Daily Mails and crosswords. Little bear misses him.
We worked out that in one fortnight he had drank three litres of whiskey. This is not good.
I have an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. Now it could be that I have over developed worry muscles, but I am a little concerned about my darling father.
He has left some clothes behind, which is a good sign, plus a drift of Daily Mails and crosswords. Little bear misses him.
What I did on my holiday Part 9
Day Seven - Thursday
Today was another quiet day. Little bear and I went to feed the ducks in Pickering. It was obviously a feeding station for the ducks, and little bear was happy throwing the ends of the loaves that had gone stale (delivered Friday) but only to the ducks in the water. I surreptitiously sneaked a few bits to the ducks crowding onto the path. Little bear did want to stroke them, but fortunately he was not holding bread at the time and I managed to dissuade him.
The railing at the duck feeding station is actually very good. It sort of leans out, so that the bottom of the railing must be about a foot away from the edge of the drop to the river. It is stout, newish looking and I had no qualms about sitting a few feet away while little bear hurled bread at the ducks in the water. Until he dropped a bit on the concrete between the bottom of the rail and the drop. I abandoned pandy and shot across - I don't think any Olympic sprinter left their blocks as quick as I left that bench to grab little bear as he bent to get the bit of bread. In hindsight I can see that at no point was he anywhere near the edge. That is not the point. I stuck to him like glue after that.
Later on, after a walk in the woods by the castle, little bear fell asleep on my lap. It was wonderful.
Tea was a second round of the casserole, with tinned tomatoes and cumin added.
Today was another quiet day. Little bear and I went to feed the ducks in Pickering. It was obviously a feeding station for the ducks, and little bear was happy throwing the ends of the loaves that had gone stale (delivered Friday) but only to the ducks in the water. I surreptitiously sneaked a few bits to the ducks crowding onto the path. Little bear did want to stroke them, but fortunately he was not holding bread at the time and I managed to dissuade him.
The railing at the duck feeding station is actually very good. It sort of leans out, so that the bottom of the railing must be about a foot away from the edge of the drop to the river. It is stout, newish looking and I had no qualms about sitting a few feet away while little bear hurled bread at the ducks in the water. Until he dropped a bit on the concrete between the bottom of the rail and the drop. I abandoned pandy and shot across - I don't think any Olympic sprinter left their blocks as quick as I left that bench to grab little bear as he bent to get the bit of bread. In hindsight I can see that at no point was he anywhere near the edge. That is not the point. I stuck to him like glue after that.
Later on, after a walk in the woods by the castle, little bear fell asleep on my lap. It was wonderful.
Tea was a second round of the casserole, with tinned tomatoes and cumin added.
What I did on my holiday Part 8
Day Six - Wednesday
We went to Whitby. It is twenty minutes by car. Dear heart and darling father had set their hearts on going by steam train. It was an hour and a half each way. 'Don't worry,' darling father told me. 'Little bear will be fine.'
Of course I made certain preparations. I had some small toys stashed to be brought out if he was fractious. I had juice. I had milky bars. But little bear was actually quite good, brumming little toy cars around and watching out of the window. It was a pleasant journey. Then out to Whitby.
First stop was fish & chips - you cannot go to Whitby and not have fish & chips on the front except.. The tide was in, the sea was quite choppy and the drizzle was unrelenting. So once again we tested little bear's fortitude and went into a restaurant where he had to sit still - and he did! I wish I could remember the name of the restaurant, they were so nice to little bear, and the food was fantastic. Dear heart watched darling father ordered the pensioner's fish & chips and asked if he could have the same. They were happy to do so, even if dear heart is somewhat off retirement age (actually quite a bit and gorgeous with it) and dear heart was quite happy at the portion in front of him. The normal portions were, well, whale like in proportion.
Then we pootled round Whitby in the pouring drizzle until the train home. Little bear was once again fine. I didn't need most of my emergency supplies. He had a very early night, however.
We were all still too full from the fish and chips to bother with anything for dinner.
We went to Whitby. It is twenty minutes by car. Dear heart and darling father had set their hearts on going by steam train. It was an hour and a half each way. 'Don't worry,' darling father told me. 'Little bear will be fine.'
Of course I made certain preparations. I had some small toys stashed to be brought out if he was fractious. I had juice. I had milky bars. But little bear was actually quite good, brumming little toy cars around and watching out of the window. It was a pleasant journey. Then out to Whitby.
First stop was fish & chips - you cannot go to Whitby and not have fish & chips on the front except.. The tide was in, the sea was quite choppy and the drizzle was unrelenting. So once again we tested little bear's fortitude and went into a restaurant where he had to sit still - and he did! I wish I could remember the name of the restaurant, they were so nice to little bear, and the food was fantastic. Dear heart watched darling father ordered the pensioner's fish & chips and asked if he could have the same. They were happy to do so, even if dear heart is somewhat off retirement age (actually quite a bit and gorgeous with it) and dear heart was quite happy at the portion in front of him. The normal portions were, well, whale like in proportion.
Then we pootled round Whitby in the pouring drizzle until the train home. Little bear was once again fine. I didn't need most of my emergency supplies. He had a very early night, however.
We were all still too full from the fish and chips to bother with anything for dinner.
What I did on my holiday Part 7
Day Five - Tuesday
Today was deliberately a quiet day, with lots of snoozes and walks. It was only enlivened by little bear's enthusiasm for wildlife.
At the bottom of the garden we left the detritus of little bear's attack on his breakfast toast. This morning he was investigating just how much had gone down when he shot back up the garden, making the Makaton sign for hamster. Dear heart saw the wee, sleekit small brown creature flee from little bear. 'It's a mouse,' dear heart said. But little bear patiently and insistently explained to dear heart that what he had seen was a HAMSTER thank you so much.
We had a casserole for tea. I was rather taken aback by the price of shin beef in the butchers, but padded out with lots of local vegetables and a large splodge of brown sauce it was extremely pleasant. I did two lots - one in the oven and one on the stove with the second stashed away for the next night.
Today was deliberately a quiet day, with lots of snoozes and walks. It was only enlivened by little bear's enthusiasm for wildlife.
At the bottom of the garden we left the detritus of little bear's attack on his breakfast toast. This morning he was investigating just how much had gone down when he shot back up the garden, making the Makaton sign for hamster. Dear heart saw the wee, sleekit small brown creature flee from little bear. 'It's a mouse,' dear heart said. But little bear patiently and insistently explained to dear heart that what he had seen was a HAMSTER thank you so much.
We had a casserole for tea. I was rather taken aback by the price of shin beef in the butchers, but padded out with lots of local vegetables and a large splodge of brown sauce it was extremely pleasant. I did two lots - one in the oven and one on the stove with the second stashed away for the next night.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
What I did on my holiday Part 6
Day Four - Flamingoland
I had never been to Flamingoland, otherwise I think I would have tried to get there earlier. It was beautiful and sunny, and we were all in good spirits. I whimpered a little at the cost of the entrance tickets, but in we went.
It was marvellous. We had sandwiches, which we ate some of. We had pork pies, of which a small amount was eaten. We bought chip butties and ice creams and we saw all the animals.
Little bear was reasonably impressed by the sea lion display - I loved it. He enjoyed seeing the animals and also being indulged by darling father.
There was a serious incident - pandy fell into an enclosure! Well, not exactly. There is a fence, then a strip of woodland type terrain and then another fence and then the camels. Little bear dropped his precious pandy. It bounced over the fence and down several yards into the woodland type area. Little bear was devastated! Fortunately dear heart was a hero and rescued it, and little bear then clung onto his pandy for dear life! Dear heart did say, with some conviction, that if pandy had landed in the lion enclosure it could have stayed there!
Perhaps the best bit for me was at the end. It was a Monday out of season, and so quite quiet. We only got to see the chimpanzees as they were curled up in their nests of straw, which was almost magical in itself. Then we wandered past the kangaroos. They were all lounging, like cads at a gentleman's club, and we saw a local rabbit shoot past them, presumably to raid their food trough. We were almost the only people there as we strolled around the walkways past the flamingos and we got to see some lovely sites of the animals just playing in the quiet. We were one of the last to leave.
Little bear slept for the last part, and missed the flamingos, but kept a very tight hold on his pandy!
I had never been to Flamingoland, otherwise I think I would have tried to get there earlier. It was beautiful and sunny, and we were all in good spirits. I whimpered a little at the cost of the entrance tickets, but in we went.
It was marvellous. We had sandwiches, which we ate some of. We had pork pies, of which a small amount was eaten. We bought chip butties and ice creams and we saw all the animals.
Little bear was reasonably impressed by the sea lion display - I loved it. He enjoyed seeing the animals and also being indulged by darling father.
There was a serious incident - pandy fell into an enclosure! Well, not exactly. There is a fence, then a strip of woodland type terrain and then another fence and then the camels. Little bear dropped his precious pandy. It bounced over the fence and down several yards into the woodland type area. Little bear was devastated! Fortunately dear heart was a hero and rescued it, and little bear then clung onto his pandy for dear life! Dear heart did say, with some conviction, that if pandy had landed in the lion enclosure it could have stayed there!
Perhaps the best bit for me was at the end. It was a Monday out of season, and so quite quiet. We only got to see the chimpanzees as they were curled up in their nests of straw, which was almost magical in itself. Then we wandered past the kangaroos. They were all lounging, like cads at a gentleman's club, and we saw a local rabbit shoot past them, presumably to raid their food trough. We were almost the only people there as we strolled around the walkways past the flamingos and we got to see some lovely sites of the animals just playing in the quiet. We were one of the last to leave.
Little bear slept for the last part, and missed the flamingos, but kept a very tight hold on his pandy!
What I did on my holiday Part 5
Day Four - Monday
I raced down the hill to Pickering and picked up some lovely minted lamb burgers from the local butchers, and scoured Pickering for coats.
I had a rummage in the charity shops and I just want to say that those not of a religious persuasion can look away now. I thought to myself that really I ought to be asking for help for little bear's coat, and I actually made a quick, silent prayer and then looked through the children's clothes. I actually found a bargain in a charity shop, incredibly rare for me. I found a beautiful denim jacket, fleece lined, Next (which is so expensive on ebay) for £2.50, a perfect fit for little bear, absolutely spot on for the autumn jacket I was looking for anyway and looking unworn. So I believe in giving credit where credit is due and I was definitely helped to find that.
I ended up getting a fleece off the market stall for me. I had been considering getting a new jacket for a while and I thought the £10 price tag for a warm roomy jacket was acceptable - but I hadn't wanted to pay £10 then.
I then dashed back up the hill and peeled potatoes and carrots and got everything ready for tea, then we went off to Flamingo Land.
I raced down the hill to Pickering and picked up some lovely minted lamb burgers from the local butchers, and scoured Pickering for coats.
I had a rummage in the charity shops and I just want to say that those not of a religious persuasion can look away now. I thought to myself that really I ought to be asking for help for little bear's coat, and I actually made a quick, silent prayer and then looked through the children's clothes. I actually found a bargain in a charity shop, incredibly rare for me. I found a beautiful denim jacket, fleece lined, Next (which is so expensive on ebay) for £2.50, a perfect fit for little bear, absolutely spot on for the autumn jacket I was looking for anyway and looking unworn. So I believe in giving credit where credit is due and I was definitely helped to find that.
I ended up getting a fleece off the market stall for me. I had been considering getting a new jacket for a while and I thought the £10 price tag for a warm roomy jacket was acceptable - but I hadn't wanted to pay £10 then.
I then dashed back up the hill and peeled potatoes and carrots and got everything ready for tea, then we went off to Flamingo Land.
What I did on my holiday Part 4
Day Three - Sunday
This was a lovely quite day of walks around the castle, lounging in the house and general relaxation. Little bear was quite recovered and so enjoying racing in the garden, walking round the outside of the castle and generally being indulged by the attention of three adults.
I was still a little concerned about my lack of coat, and regrettably this is when I discovered that I hadn't brought little bear's coat with me either. I was a little stressed by this.
Little bear spent a lot of time playing with the two cars I purchased for £1 in one of the few shops open on a Sunday. I watched them disintegrate with a certain amount of resignation, but the red one is still relatively unscathed and currently being played with here at home.
Tea was baked potatoes and the local sausages again. It was lovely.
This was a lovely quite day of walks around the castle, lounging in the house and general relaxation. Little bear was quite recovered and so enjoying racing in the garden, walking round the outside of the castle and generally being indulged by the attention of three adults.
I was still a little concerned about my lack of coat, and regrettably this is when I discovered that I hadn't brought little bear's coat with me either. I was a little stressed by this.
Little bear spent a lot of time playing with the two cars I purchased for £1 in one of the few shops open on a Sunday. I watched them disintegrate with a certain amount of resignation, but the red one is still relatively unscathed and currently being played with here at home.
Tea was baked potatoes and the local sausages again. It was lovely.
What I did on my holiday Part 3
Day Two - Saturday
It was a free open day at Pickering Castle and we went up to see what was going on. There was an archery display and medieval games. Little bear was not a happy chappy. He had been a bit off colour for the last few days, and it was still showing. He was extremely grumpy.
I left dear heart and darling father and took little bear back to the cottage (several yards away!) as I suspected his nappy. On the way we passed a police handler with a sniffer dog. I carefully pointed out the nice doggy, with the nice policemen, and checked before letting little bear get closer that the dog was okay. "It will be fine," said the handler. The sniffer approached little bear warily, sniffed and then growled and hid behind the handler. I thought it best to move on.
Back at the cottage I could understand the sniffer dog's distress, little bear's nappy was epic! I got him cleaned up (with some effort - and he was so sore that he cried when I changed him, even though his bottom had been fine just two hours earlier!) and took him back to the castle.
I saw the handler, and said that she shouldn't be cross with the sniffer dog because there was a really serious nappy involved. She said, 'It's fine, besides he's always like that with littlies.' I think I would have appreciated knowing that to keep little bear a little further away from the poor dog.
I was extremely proud of myself for the tea. We had wonderful local sausages, from a real butcher, with the leftover fried rice from the 'takeaway' the night before but I refried the rice with onions and added a small tin of sweetcorn. It was lovely
It was a free open day at Pickering Castle and we went up to see what was going on. There was an archery display and medieval games. Little bear was not a happy chappy. He had been a bit off colour for the last few days, and it was still showing. He was extremely grumpy.
I left dear heart and darling father and took little bear back to the cottage (several yards away!) as I suspected his nappy. On the way we passed a police handler with a sniffer dog. I carefully pointed out the nice doggy, with the nice policemen, and checked before letting little bear get closer that the dog was okay. "It will be fine," said the handler. The sniffer approached little bear warily, sniffed and then growled and hid behind the handler. I thought it best to move on.
Back at the cottage I could understand the sniffer dog's distress, little bear's nappy was epic! I got him cleaned up (with some effort - and he was so sore that he cried when I changed him, even though his bottom had been fine just two hours earlier!) and took him back to the castle.
I saw the handler, and said that she shouldn't be cross with the sniffer dog because there was a really serious nappy involved. She said, 'It's fine, besides he's always like that with littlies.' I think I would have appreciated knowing that to keep little bear a little further away from the poor dog.
I was extremely proud of myself for the tea. We had wonderful local sausages, from a real butcher, with the leftover fried rice from the 'takeaway' the night before but I refried the rice with onions and added a small tin of sweetcorn. It was lovely
What I did on my holiday Part 2
Day One - Friday
It was a pleasant drive along to Pickering and I was actually quite calm about the packing. Dear heart loaded up the car without too much fuss, and we trundled along and up to Pickering. The cottage was clean and ready when we arrived and I had unpacked in no time.
That was when I realised that I had left my coat behind. Darn.
We had a delivery from Mr T at 4.30. I am used to Mr S, but he doesn't cover Pickering yet, and the local driver was lovely - unlike the local Mr T drivers. So there was yet another flurry of unpacking as darling father and little bear played in the garden.
I had arranged for a chinese meal in takeaway style to be included in the order. It was actually there (I was a little nervous) and we ate it in the sun in the garden. Little bear approved because when he finished he could continue hurtling up and down the garden while we all finished and drank our tea.
It was a pleasant drive along to Pickering and I was actually quite calm about the packing. Dear heart loaded up the car without too much fuss, and we trundled along and up to Pickering. The cottage was clean and ready when we arrived and I had unpacked in no time.
That was when I realised that I had left my coat behind. Darn.
We had a delivery from Mr T at 4.30. I am used to Mr S, but he doesn't cover Pickering yet, and the local driver was lovely - unlike the local Mr T drivers. So there was yet another flurry of unpacking as darling father and little bear played in the garden.
I had arranged for a chinese meal in takeaway style to be included in the order. It was actually there (I was a little nervous) and we ate it in the sun in the garden. Little bear approved because when he finished he could continue hurtling up and down the garden while we all finished and drank our tea.
What I did on my holiday Part 1
Where we stayed.
We stayed at a place called Castlegate cottages which I thought was brilliant. We had Castle Cottage, aptly named for it was several yards away from Pickering Castle. Castlegate cottages are lovely stone built cottages with open fires (not tested - can you imagine little bear with a grate full of ashes?) and fully equipped kitchen - including a dishwasher. I had never used a dishwasher before, it was a voyage of discovery!
It was so beautiful inside, immaculately clean, lovely furnishings and the lovely lady had provided a portable stair gate to at least give me a chance with little bear.
The big snag was that there were only two bedrooms, one with a double bed and one with twin beds. So dear heart and darling father shared the twin room while I shared the double with little bear.
I was so nervous about this. I have heard all about the benefits of co-sleeping, and little bear is not a baby, and co-sleeping is really the risk if you are sleeping very heavily indeed, but I did sleep quite lightly as I was terrified of rolling onto him.
Of course this never happened. However I did find my self waking up with his head or feet in my back as he had revolved 90 degrees, or trying to coax him back to sleep at 3am without waking anyone, and little bear always sleeps with a night light which made it a little harder to get to sleep.
Then there was the morning wake up call, usually obscenely early as little bear presented me with my slippers and insisted, 'down!'
So we would creep down into the living room (it was a lovely warm cottage) and I would give him his morning bottle (he is reluctant to part with this and I am not currently forcing the issue). We would get dressed downstairs and then little bear would want to play in the garden.
We have a small concrete yard facing onto an unmade road. Little bear was suddenly presented with a turfed area at least ten yards long and three yards wide and he raced up and down with far more enthusiasm than I could muster at 7.30am.
I am trying to contact the owner so we can go there again next year.
We stayed at a place called Castlegate cottages which I thought was brilliant. We had Castle Cottage, aptly named for it was several yards away from Pickering Castle. Castlegate cottages are lovely stone built cottages with open fires (not tested - can you imagine little bear with a grate full of ashes?) and fully equipped kitchen - including a dishwasher. I had never used a dishwasher before, it was a voyage of discovery!
It was so beautiful inside, immaculately clean, lovely furnishings and the lovely lady had provided a portable stair gate to at least give me a chance with little bear.
The big snag was that there were only two bedrooms, one with a double bed and one with twin beds. So dear heart and darling father shared the twin room while I shared the double with little bear.
I was so nervous about this. I have heard all about the benefits of co-sleeping, and little bear is not a baby, and co-sleeping is really the risk if you are sleeping very heavily indeed, but I did sleep quite lightly as I was terrified of rolling onto him.
Of course this never happened. However I did find my self waking up with his head or feet in my back as he had revolved 90 degrees, or trying to coax him back to sleep at 3am without waking anyone, and little bear always sleeps with a night light which made it a little harder to get to sleep.
Then there was the morning wake up call, usually obscenely early as little bear presented me with my slippers and insisted, 'down!'
So we would creep down into the living room (it was a lovely warm cottage) and I would give him his morning bottle (he is reluctant to part with this and I am not currently forcing the issue). We would get dressed downstairs and then little bear would want to play in the garden.
We have a small concrete yard facing onto an unmade road. Little bear was suddenly presented with a turfed area at least ten yards long and three yards wide and he raced up and down with far more enthusiasm than I could muster at 7.30am.
I am trying to contact the owner so we can go there again next year.
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