I woke up this morning with an elephant pinning me to the mattress and a thumping lack-of-sleep headache. Bed at 7pm tonight. However, as this morning was the playschool tour to the Pumpkin Maze, I put on my smiley face, wrapped up warm and headed off on the big yellow bus with lots of dressed-up children and a scarecrow formerly known as Miss Brenda, the playschool leader. The buses here are taken straight from The Simpsons.
The Maze was at the Dutch Growers store, which also sold clothes, Christmassy stuff, fancy toys etc. – rather like an Avoca Cafe. The kids all charged into the maze, which adults were tall enough to see into, so it was great fun watching them scurry around, collide around corners, get stuck in dead ends etc.
They had snacks and juice, and ran back in for Round 2, which involved Mammy going too. By the time I got back to the exit, I had accumulated a train of Spiderman imps,a Batman, the Super Mario Brothers and one angelic little girl in a snow white dress that was looking the worse for wear. Here’s Rebecca and Miss Brenda.
The children piled onto bales of straw to pose for pictures and sing us their Pumpkin Song. Back on to the bus for the journey home, which only took about 112 verses of “The Wheels on the Bus“. I just love travelling with loads of small kids. The only thing missing was the needing-to-pee stop.
I’m eyeing the weather forecast with some trepidation here, as there seems to be a lot of snow forecast for this evening and overnight. I saw 10 – 15 cm mentioned, and thought that didn’t seem too bad, until one of the Daddies today was horror-struck when I mentioned it. Apparently, that’s a “big dump” of snow. It should be an interesting few days. This is a photo of Rebecca standing beside the electricity supply yoke for our cars – we will need to plug them in overnight when the real cold comes in. Michael’s new car, which he paid a whopping $450 for is on the left of the picture, next to my beautiful bus. It’s massive, longer than the Chevy, and has a V8 4.7l engine. He spent Saturday in Scott’s garage with Jay and Eddie, trying to realign the two front doors – one success, one still giving hassle. Still, they were happy with their spanners and tools and Ford Crown Victoria manual……
Two Irish hunters got a pilot to fly them to Canada to hunt moose. They managed to bag six. As they were loading the plane to return, the pilot said the plane could take only four of the moose.
The two lads objected strongly. “Last year we shot six. The pilot let us take them all and he had the same plane as yours.”
Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all six were loaded. However, even on full power, the little plane couldn’t handle the load and went down. Somehow, surrounded by the moose bodies, Paddy and Mick survived the crash.
After climbing out of the wreckage, Paddy asked Mick, “Any idea where we are?”
Mick replied, “I think we’re pretty close to where we crashed last year.”