I took belle and myself out of this germ infested pit to blow the stink out of my soul, put some pinkness in belles cheeks and feed the birds. I brought the cameras with us to get close with some wildlife (belle is begging for a new screen savers and animals are what she likes best). We, of course, ventured over to our favourite reserve at the 3 Sisters park. This meant taking the pushchair as belle can't quite manage distances over 100 metres at the best of times. Nothing new to us really, the pushchair is part of Belle lil life.
I took some great shots but a lot were in soft focus because of the poor winter light. My zoom lens is not exactly fast (given F5.6 at the longest range - it was pants to say the least). I did manage to grab a few sweet shots to remind me of how life was so kind until 5 minutes after the last picture.
Just as I was strolling into the car park with Ellie there were two boys taking off their wellies at the back of their parents cars. The screwed up their faces as they realised that Belle was probably a bit too big for a pushchair. Now these boys looked old enough to realise that Maclaren Strollers in belles size are not actually toddler pushchairs (belles is a prescribed chair less conspicious than a wheelchair which I refuse to have just yet). They nudged each other and laughed like little horned devils. Well, my defence mechanisms came throttling through the heavens and I had to clamp my teeth over my tongue to tell them to stop being so mean. I tried with all my might and passed with flying colours as I didn't say a word or even acknowledge that they were there. I have learned through my own daughter that I CAN tolerate ignorance. When I chose this word to feature in my resolutions I knew I'd have a problem with other people's ignorance. I just wasn't expecting it so soon after 1st January.
Soon after belle and I had driven away from these sorry souls I asked her how she felt and she said she felt nothing. She said she didn't feel good nor bad - she said she felt normal.
And really, she is.
With ruby red rosebud lips on top.
Give me a slightly fragile sweetheart over devil horned ignorance anyday.
Finally, I wanted to pass my condolences on the Christine whose darling husband Eric lost his fight for life yesterday afternoon. Christine has been documenting erics final days with us on her blog and as much as we all knew this day would come, Im finding it hard to accept.
Know you were loved Christine for he lives on through Ethan