Plenty of people are out taking the chill Autumn air and enjoying the hazy sunshine. Two footballers are having a kickabout. An Asian couple, in national dress, walk leisurely below the trees. A runner, a cyclist, a guy that looks like he's slept in clothes, or maybe been up all night.
Before long, the toddler and sister veer off the path for a kick at the crisp, fallen leaves. A dug tries to join them which sets the toddler off into shrieks of terror.
Before long, the toddler and sister veer off the path for a kick at the crisp, fallen leaves. A dug tries to join them which sets the toddler off into shrieks of terror.
I pick him up to rescue him and that sends him into even louder screams. Doesn't want up, doesn't want down. "You push the pram," I instruct big sister who's just turned 5. She makes a good go of it while I wrestle the writhing, screaming tiny tot. A bearded gent walks briskly past, and says with a wry smile, "Living up to his reputation," referring to the tossing bright red curly locks.
I manage to struggle to the swings and next moment, he forces his way out of my arms and runs madly to the chute.
I take over pram duties and sink down onto a bench with another ma and granny. Phew.
I take over pram duties and sink down onto a bench with another ma and granny. Phew.
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