Long weekend

Georgina took Thursday and Friday off and the au pair was heading to Glasgow with her sister to meet their boyfriends. Still feeling tired after my epic couple of days of trying to improve my crutch walking skills. We decided to get out on the Thursday afternoon. The aim was to go to visit a panto with Georgina's uncle in Burnley and then travel over to my parents house.  We visited Queen Street Mill in Burnley in the afternoon. The museum looks fantastic. It's a textile mill with working looms. It has a steam engine in the upstairs. There was a mobility lift to the top which myself and Isaac travelled in. The museum was fantastic. Lots to see and do if you like this sort of thing. We have been to bancroft mill many times in the past. Bancroft is a different experience, and the focus is more on the engine - the Burnley museum is much more about the textiles and the working conditions and so on. It was two days before Halloween so they had witch school for the children. It was rather long, but thankfully the fun improved as time went on rather than the other way around.  When it ended we headed to Deno's restaurant and met Philips, his wife, and Heather. We nearly all had pizza, all good except Isaac's pizza had been forgotten. It turned out Philip ruptured his achillies 20 years ago.  He reckoned he was never put into a cast, but could not exercise for 10 months. After the meal we had coffees and headed to St. Stephens school to watch a panto. The panto was amateur in presentation but on the whole very funny. Perhaps a little long for our children. Afterwards we headed to my parents house.  We arrive just after 1030pm and got the children into bed within a short while. We slept in the campervan. Not a sound. We had a good sleep.  When we came back into the house dad was awake with the children watching TV.

We hatched a plan for the day. Swimming and then Rufford Old Hall. The kids love swimming and they must have spent nearly two hours in the pool. I had some time to talk to my mum. Dad seemed to enjoy playing with the kids. Afterwards we headed to Rufford, but stopped in Ormskirk for lunch. I got a baked potato from Morrisons. It was the smallest potato ever.