Take one field.
Full of large round Straw bales.
The REALLY BIG kind.
Add four children, two *cough* grown ups, one dog and a dose of Autumn sunshine.
Hey Presto – mix it up and you get Four Hours of Silly.
And then we *might* have decided that enough wasn’t quite enough, and that maybe a little stop at the park on the way home was in order…
It *might* have been at ths point that things got a little out of hand, and C decided to jump onto the weird spinny-pole thing to see how it went.
And got stuck.
Spinning faster and faster whilst I laughed till I physically hurt.
Then he fell off and stayed on all fours, moaning, hands gripping the earth to stop it tipping.
At which point I may have been unable to breathe as the tears poured down my cheeks.
I may actually have made myself sick with laughing so hard.
*might* have happened. Not saying it did mind…
