I managed TWO kids on my own today. Oh yes, parenting Queen.
Well, one of them went swimming at 3.30, but still.
For the last part of the day I took the boy to Peter Pans, which is a little arcade fairground on Ryde seafront. It’s been there for as long as I can remember. It changes every year, but it’s still the same at heart.
A recent addition is a crazy golf course! The boy is the most dreadful cheat I’ve ever seen (and I am a dreadful cheat if I think I can get away with it)
After that I felt it was time to introduce the boy to a long held family tradition.
Omg, I LOVE a 2p machine. I could quite happily spend hours feeding the damn things in the hope a little toy might tip off the edge. I had a brilliant afternoon in Rhyl about 10 years ago when I won about 15 Man U keyrings *happy sigh*
I remember back when I was little Mum used to take us in the arcades and she used to shunt the machines with her bum to knock the coins off so we could play. This tactic ended when they put an alarm on the machines and we had to leg it out the arcade quick smart when they went off.
Maybe that’s where the glamour and danger of the bright lights of the 2p machine comes from?! Or I’m just a loser. That’s entirely possible too.
Off camping tomorrow…wish me luck!