Today we made a trip up to Belfast to W5 where, apart from the usual wonderful science stuff, there was a Wallace and Gromit exhibition. They had real sets from the Curse of the Wererabbit and the like and it was fantastic. Part of the fun involved learning how to make your very own Gromit. Had a blast. Learned two things: a. that dog is bloody hard to make and b. I hate the smell of marla (plasticine to all those who didn't go to a school in Ireland). Who made them . . let's see . . . Fiona, Me, Harry, Oscar, Darren, Eoin and Isabella. So? What you think? Obviously the best one (the one that earns his own photos) is mine. But I love, love, love the group of gromits. Gromit Group?
Seriously, we had a blast. Love going up there. Today I found it hard going. Headache may have had something to do with it or could have just been sensory overload. Musical stairs, cymbals to crash, stuff to balance on, stuff to make move, stuff to make stand still. Lots and lots of stuff. Oh, and son no. 3 has decided that Eoin's girlfriend is the woman for him. He kept making up plates of cakes for her in the pretend cafe and getting really stroppy if anyone else touched them. Huh, he loves Isabella as much as me but loves her way more than Fiona. Actually, he loves the dog more than Fiona. You wouldn't want a thin skin!
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