The holiday begins ....

The holiday journey started fairly early on Friday morning due to the expected traffic travelling to the Bourneworth air show. The journey was fairly uneventful except for the usual resistance from Boy Wonder to stop for food. We arrived at the caravan site at midday. We met with Boy Genius and family and went for a walk along the beach, stopping for ice cream and a paddle ( which turned into a full dip in clothes for the younger two!)   We headed back to the site, picked up our keys and unpacked everything just as the food shopping arrived. 

Later in the evening after meeting up to have pizza we decided to go down to the entertainment. This consisted of the entertainers waxing each other ( we have clearly missed something here!), bingo which was unlike any bingo I have ever witnessed! ( the participants were echoing every number call's description I.e two little ducks, quack quack.) some of the descriptions were also very random. We decided that if we came in every night we would also get sucked in to this crazy behaviour! The children had left us right at the beginning of this madness to play pool and the 2p machines. We took it in turns to perform five minute checks on them as there was no way out. The evening went well until right at the end when Boy Wonder and Boy Genius had their pool game interrupted by Boy Genius's younger brother. (When together they don't include him very well so fights occur.) this resulted in Boy Wonder pushing him away from the pool table by his neck and me having to separate them. Boy Wonder ran, slipped on some water, banged his arm and bolted out to the smoking shelter and curling up in a ball. As I went out to him, he shouted to be left alone as I had hurt him which invited three half cut women who were out smoking, to involve themselves! After fending them off and getting Boy Wonder inside, he ran again and Superman intervened and caught him by his arm. Boy Wonder shouted out again that we were hurting him which of course got attention, especially off of the three women who had now come inside. I sat Boy Wonder down and explained that what he was shouting out was going to get mummy and daddy into a lot of trouble. I looked at the arm that he had fell onto and it was slightly red. We agreed to hold hands on his other side and walk back to the caravan calmly. Of course we were not nieve enough to think that this would happen but removing him from his audience was our only real aim at this stage! We arrived back at the caravan with some shouting along the way. Once inside he exploded into a barrage of 'I hate, I will do's' finishing in lots of crying and repeating of ' I am a bad boy!' Once calmer we explained that we cannot help him if he makes out that we are hurting him in some way as other people think we are doing wrong and  will involve themselves or ring the police. Boy Wonder was shocked by this as although this is not the first time he has done this, it is the first time others have involved themselves. 

Boy Wonder got little sleep that night so we let him sleep in for as long as we could.