The Wall

Any of you been to Woburn Safari Park? Well I have, loads. We lived there as kids and when The Eldest arrived we purchased the year passes and we lived there again. Sadly, when The Youngest arrived, although we did buy year passes, we couldn’t go as much, school runs interfere with everything, having to be back by three sucks big hairy balls. We no longer buy year passes.

However, I’ve wandered from my point.

When we were wee my Dad told us that the wall around the safari park is brick, of course, but every now and then, to aid movement due to weather, a pillar is made of metal. Yes, you read correctly, the wall is made of metal. Mind. Blown!

We never tested his theory because we were wee and that is a busy road, my Dad didn’t want us to die. The (at this time, soon to be) Husband wasn’t so fussy as to whether I died or not.

We’d driven by at some point and I had told him the story of the metal wall.

“Oh” said The Soon To Be Husband in an uninterested kind of way.

Fast forward to another day, a day where I was terribly upset about things not relating to this tale. We were heading somewhere, no idea now where, and I was crying, lots. After a while I realised we were slowing down. We’d stopped in the middle of nowhere. I looked at The Soon To Be Husband.

“There you go” he said and nodded towards the wall.


I was a grown up by now so could be trusted by busy roads.

There’s metal in that there wall I tell thee.

I was beside myself excited. Not only did I discover that the wall was metal in places I also realised that The Soon To Be Husband had been listening after all and had remembered and had known that what I needed at that moment, as we passed the wall that day, was to touch that wall.

That day is the reason The Soon To Be Husband is now The Husband.



I miss Rocky already.

The Youngest is desperate for a pet, first choice a zebra but anything will do, dog, cat, hamster or a budgie, she’d love a budgie. The Eldest, who hates anything that poos, suddenly decided he wants a dog. Not something we thought we’d ever hear him say but there you are, we never thought he’d eat a potato but he now does, people can change.

We plagued The Husband for months then, when he said yes, rapidly changed our minds. After some persuasion we were back on board with the whole dog thing. The Husband cannot for the life of him work out how he ended up talking us into it but he did. Off to Wood Green we went.

We’d already picked our dog, Charlie, but fell in love with Molly and Rocky while we were there. The four of us couldn’t agree though. I wanted Rocky, he was huge and white and scruffy and I loved him on sight. The Husband wanted Charlie a Beagle who, quite rightly, had concluded in an instant that he was far too good for the likes of us. The children wanted Molly because she was small and blooming gorgeous. 

All three were taken.

We went to the park for a bit to give our broken hearts a few moments to heal. After a quick spin on the roundabout all was well in our world.

On the way home we were talking about Molly.

“I wanted Molly” whined The Eldest.

“Me too” I whined in return.

“Was it a cat or a dog?” asked The Youngest.

? . . . . . .

“A dog” said I thinking that it could be an easy mistake to make as she was cat sized.

“Oh, I don’t want a dog” 

Right. Ok then.