I did say pigeon poo
Anyway, we had an extra companion this time, Scazzzahhhhhh. Double trouble on the journey down, which wasn't too bad as journey's go. I also booked us into an apartment for three nights to give us more space and a kitchen area to do his lordships blended diet. Well, you can't exactly mix up a shepherds pie concoction in a travel tavern, premier lodge....whatever those places are called.
Apartment was nice. Girl let us in, all looked good, she said goodbye, we settled in by shoving our backsides on the sofa and trying to get the TV to work. Dan came back five minutes later to say that he had dropped the keys down the lift shaft. Good start, quick call to nice lady and she told us just to get a spare set cut from the spare set we had. Right then, all unpacked, we notice we are attached to Asda. Perfect. We are in the middle of Crawley town centre. Ooooh great (sarcastic great not as in yay great). We have six locks on the door leading into the apartment. Hmmmm, okay, well could just be overly cautious or we're going to die in Crawley. I don't want to die in Crawley. I needn't have worried it was all quite nice actually. Apart from the fact that the cleaners had left the windows open and the pigeons had shat all over the insides of them and it hadn't been cleaned. Go me cleaning and disinfecting window sills. Just like a home from home.
The day we left I mentioned it to the girl who tutted and said she's told the cleaners loads of times not to do that (by that I mean leave the windows open not poo on the window sills). After we left I got in the car turned to Dan and said I did say pigeon poo didn't I and not the words there was pidgeon shit all over the window sill. I still can't be sure of my correct phrasing.
Dan said, "How come bird crap is somehow less offensive than dog shit?" "What are you on about?" I asked him. "Well, if you told her that there was dog shit all over the window you would have gone absolutely mental over it. But bird poo, it's all okay."
He does make a good point.
So the apartment aside the therapy went well and we managed to concentrate on picking it all up whist minding two children. Zack wasn't really interested in it at all, in fact he was having a three day off week. Scarlett had a fan club. A lovely little boy who would come in each afternoon. Run over too her and shout "Hellllloooo little baaaaby." I think he was autistic. I let him have a cuddle with Scarlett, he was very good with her, until he covered her eyes with his hands. She wasn't that bothered by it, she just tried to bite his arm instead.
Whilst we were away Scazlah received her first DVD. Yep. Mickey flippin Mouse Clubhouse was purchased to keep her entertained in the pigeon poo flat. She also used Zack's little floor seat for some extra good T.V watching.
Zack did some extra good sitting.
Slept in his own room. Had his mum get in bed with him until he fell asleep. This has since lead to unasseptable behaviour (I know it's spelt unacceptable but I like to spell it as Super Nanny phonetically pronounces it), ahem, yes, unasseptable behaviour at bedtime. Bringing us back to square one with bedtime fights again. I gave in a couple of times and let him fall asleep on me. Dan caught me and asked me what was occurring, I lied and said he just fell asleep when I read to him. He knows I lied. I don't care. He was very cuddly cute.
So far we've managed to do the therapy almost every day. And Zack has fought bedtime almost every day. Reasonable success and a pigeon poo free home equals good times.