Didsbury Festival live 3?- Home Alone
I can hear the thump of the bass and the sound of people ranging from shouty toddlers to refined matrons. The rain has eased and the party goes on, but I am in bed with the Mighty-Headed Boy for his afternoon nap.
This bizarre phenomena where small children don’t behave to order or timetable is bafflingly predictable. My Little Princess has not had the opportunity for a sugar rush as her Exorcist style emissions have abated, but the look on her face is one of wanting a quiet place to stare. Or is that me?
Trying to get Mr. Head down for his nap has involved a combination of Alligator a whispering, Greased Pig Wrestling and the promise of more sweets.
Which means Didsbury Son is probably having the time of his life – unshackled.
Nappies permitting we will be back in the park in 30-40