Firstly, we decided to leave the house. And so wearing nothing more than confidence, a babygrow, a cardigan, a pram suit, a blanket, a hat the pram cover and hood, Lola left the house. After an initial right turn, avoiding the possibly sharp branches of the privet, we headed south down Carholme Road. There was no sign of rain, and the wind was 8mph SW. 3 Doors down a cat shot across our path, we paused, composed and continued, the cat shadowing our steps at a safe parallel distance. As we rounded the corner (right onto Marler ) we encountered a youth, coming towards us. Luckily, he was busy on his phone, no doubt making youth plans, and barely noticed our passing, which was a lucky escape, as we instantly had to switch our attention to driving through dog poo.
As we rounded the next right corner (onto Northwood) we heard the noise of a car accelerating and moved in closer to the fence. Luckily,said car was a block away, and so just missed us by 70 yards. We rounded the next right (A205) and quickly completed the busiest part of the journey, the presence of the newly installed speed camera increasing our confidence levels. We passed Carholme on our right, and decided to brave one more block. As we turned right again, a dark feeling crossed me, as I realised I'd never walked this road before (Blythe Vale), Katie assured me she had, and we passed a woman carrying a pointily wrapped present without incident.
Here Lola began to cry. A lot. A poo we think, but in the middle of nowhere, we had no choice but to plow on. Luckily, a Honda motorbike (loud but safely on the other side of the road, settled her, and we continued. Two sharp rights and we were back safely on Carholme. In honesty, our pace quickened with sight of our objective, and as we bundled back into the warmth comfort, and safety of the lounge mother and baby breathed a sigh of exhilarated relief. Daddy decided he could afford, and probably deserved a sit down before going out again to put the fresh copy of the Lewisham Shopper in the recycling.
What an amazing 20 minutes.
This photo was taken while there was no imminent danger.
(I was keeping an eye on the cat though)
(I was keeping an eye on the cat though)
5 comments:
Pace yourself, man!
Outside is Week Three, it says so in Gina Ford. Now you'll be at Rolling Over before you've done 4am Projectile Poo and then you'll have to re-trace your steps via Comedy Burps and Grabbing Noses.
I don't know, you young people, always in such a hurry :)
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Good going, team Lola. Carry on like this and you'll soon be at the Boss Level where Lola will have to fight off space monsters and infiltrate enemy HQ, with only a rattle and her quick wits as ammunition.
This really made me laugh!
I remember coming to see you on New Year's Eve after Freyja had been born and I was too scared to push the pram across the road and made Adrian do it!
S xxx
I remember being heavily pregnant and doing these rather mournful walks around London, saying goodbye to my head to all of it, all the fun, all the sights, everything, thinking I'd be cooped up with puke and poo for the next x years.
But the wonderful thing is, you get to do your FIRST walks around London with the baby! And it all becomes exciting again, just as you thought you knew it inside-out, simply because getting OUT is such an achievement and adventure.
Congratulations on your first excursion. Lola is gorgeous.
when i first took jacob out in his pram i was convinced that the crows on the rye would come and attack him. i kept a careful eye on those buggers for some time, i can tell you.
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