Because I’m feeling particularly out of it (somehow I’ve got another child with a tummy bug vomiting his little guts up through the night. At least its the clean kiddo this time…impecable chuck in the bowl aim, if only it were an olympic sport he’d have it in the bag), I’m just going to stick the photos up and be done with this post from last weekend.
On the Saturday we went to Robot Wars at the O2. It was kinda lame and it wasn’t just me being a girl and not being into that kind of thing. It was lame because they clearly didn’t want to break any of their robots so they’d taken any really menacing weaponry off and choreographed most of the “battles”. The breaks in between fights were painful and the whole thing just dragged.
My favourite part of the day was when the presenter guy came up to Master 7 with his microphone and asked, “So did you have a favourite robot in that fight?” and master 7, very clearly into the microphone, proud as can be knowing he was on camera answered firmly, “No“.
…and then Sunday was Easter… Chocolate, Easter egg hunt in the back garden and burgers for dinner in the park on a warm sunny day…