Slightly naughty silly fun!
Today we decided, my husband and I, to go out and do something fun, silly and slightly naughty.
We went to a garden centre.
Which must immediately sound dull, middle aged and not at all silly, naughty or fun. You could decide at this point that my blog must be beyond tedious and navigate away before being bored rigid by hearing about bedding plants or decking. But we didn’t go to buy bedding plants or decking.
We did begin in the cafe, as I had not yet had lunch. I was pondering the menu, considering the various sensible options, but in fact they stopped serving lunch at 2pm (ridiculously early! It was only 20 past too.) thus forcing me to the first slightly naughty action. For my lunch I had lemon meringue pie and a hot chocolate, with marshmallows. It was very nice and not at all sensible 🙂 Tim had a latte and a mince pie. He’d already had soup at 12.
Then it was time for the silly fun we had come for!
Hide and seek 😀
We both have fond (and distant…) memories of playing this as kids. I was excellent at hiding as I tend to think outside the box. (Or should that be inside the box?) I once balanced on the window sill and wrapped myself in the curtains. Tim seems to have played the more active running around variant more often, but ours was just that one person hunted while the others hid and stayed still. When they were found they joined the hunt. I was usually found last.
Since I can’t run we made a compromise between our two versions. The hider could stay put, but they didn’t have to. Catching was by sight. Toilets were not allowed as a place to hide, for obvious reasons!
We should have made more rules, such as limiting hiding to within the actual garden centre. I did wonder whether he’d hide in the car (he did). But we both played slightly dirty 😀 as I hid in a part which had become disused and may or may not have been somewhere customers were supposed to go…
If I was as limber as in my youth, there were limitless options! However, even if I could have squeezed myself into that damp cramped urn, I am now far too grown up to relish the thought of hours in an uncomfortable position, needing the loo, getting cold and risking being locked in if he gave up!
I think Tim cheated. Quite apart from the car and the fact I suspect he mostly spent the time wandering around rather than actually hiding, he admitted he had been in the toilet at one point when he was supposed to be hiding. He claimed he needed it. But as I recall that’s just part of the game!
Well, it made us laugh, so it was well worth it 🙂 Next time we’re considering Ikea…
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