Funfair

One might think that someone posting at 2 am is dysfunctional, but remember that some people are working at all hours of the day and night on 12 hr shifts from 7am or 10pm, so that full on and full off get smeared.

Last night, sleep time didn't come till after the horror film 'They'. Big wan is hardened to zombies, but he had to come into mammy's bed at 2 am for comfort from the fillum. Luckily the female leads were supremely bad actresses and the script poor, allowing us to laugh.

Yesterday evening, R., H. etc, I and kiddos went to the outdoor fair at Portobello, with pounding music, flashing lights, adrenaline and fair folk. On one ride they were playing the 'K-Hole' while we adults oscillated and danced as the kiddos rode the rides. They're advertising for staff and never has a jobbie offer been so enticing. We all went on one ride, but I (at least) was too nauseated to continue. R. was so game that she went from the 'Spiderman' to the 'Eclipse', and was so sick afterwards that the flashing lights from ShockWave sent her off for a boak behind the rides. Of course the kiddos were immune to vestibular symptoms until much later, and keen to probe the limits of their physiological emetic limits, to the tune of £30 between R. and I. Thus R. probably paid up £15 to become clinically nauseated. The wee wan had us pay £4 between us to earn a badly-made corn-cob soft toy, which is now hers. The feet may be sewn on backwards, but that only makes 'Cobbie' all the more adorable.

If R. sends me the photos, I shall append these later.