Bank Holiday Monday, 29th of May 2000
It’s been the worst Bank Holiday weekend ever, it just hasn’t stopped raining. Yesterday afternoon your grandma stayed with you and we (R. and I) went to the London Eye to get two tickets. I got vouchers from Barclaycard so it would be free to go but we still had to pick up the tickets. We parked by the riverbank and as soon as we came off the car it started pouring down. It was horribly windy and it was more like February than May. No actually, the weather is better in February. We got to the ticket office, half wet, to find that there was a massive queue to get in, as they weren’t letting anyone in to the building because of health and safety regulations. I told R. I wasn’t going to wait for hours in that horrible weather and we decided to get some shelter and some coffee. We got into the County Hall building (which is just next to the London Eye ticket office) to escape the rain, walked in and stopped by a fire exit. R. said that that door led to the ticket office, but it could only be opened from the other side. I was just peeping in through the glass window on the door, when this girl popped her head at the window, stared at me, and then opened the door! She got out, we got in! Once in there the queue for tickets from the next day onwards was pretty small and we will be on the wheel next Friday night, from 21:30! It should be great because it might still be light (if there are no clouds) and by the time we come out it will be dark, so we will be able to see all the London lights. My mum said she will look after you, as we don’t go out very often together.
You can say quite a few words now. You even call me, if I leave the room, if you wake up and I’m not around, in the sweetest little voice: Mama (with a strong emphasis on the second ‘ma’), it just makes it all worthwhile! You also say dirty (‘tirty’), all gone (‘ah gon’), oh dear (‘uh deah’), dada, nana, tattoo (‘datoo’) – that’s because we both have tatoos and you’ve always been fascinated by them, rubish (‘tubish’) and shoe (‘ush’). You say ‘dush’ quite a lot but I’m not sure what that means yet. And, in true Fred Flinstone style (well, Barney’s baby BamBam) you go around hitting things screaming ‘BAM BAM’, I can’t believe it, it’s just so hooligan like! You also say boomboom (which means bottom in portuguese) and bum (pointing at yours).
Well, back to work tomorrow, kind of looking forward to it but missing you already.