There's no place like Home

Kelly has got roller blades...aaarrrgghhh...I thought the trampoline was bad enough. Great how her father buys all these wonderful, accident-waiting-to happen things and I am the one who has to deal with them.
Anyway I decided to embrace rather than fight the blades. So off we went to the local skating rink, it hasn't changed since I first went there about 25-30 years ago. Smells like 30 years of sweaty feet and I think the carpeted walls were the original...eww

When I was a teenager it was our thing to meet at the local rink for a couple of hours, skating, socialising and a few goes on the pinnies (I was a Pinball Wizard). Wasn't life simple back then?

So we hit the 'parents skate free' Saturday session for 2.5 hours (yes you read it correctly) I skated around on roller skates, I know it is a bit old fashioned and daggy but stick with what you know, I reckon.
Why am I one of the only parents skating...oh well don't feel self conscious they are the ones missing out, aren't they? Ooo I am not so bad, let go of the rail after the first turn. I used to be good at this, I reassured myself. I started doing the crossover around the turn. No falls though I did run over Kelly's fingers when she fell over and was dragging me down with her!

I started the ball rolling and a few more parents (mostly fathers) got out there. The 'get-real' prize for the day has to go to the Mother walking around the rink in her high heel boots!

We had heaps of fun and we were quite tired when we got home. The folks dropped in for a late lunch and then Kelly retired to the couch for a couple of Barbie movies. To top off a 'just lurvely' day we watched The Wizard of Oz - can you believe this movie is 69 years old.
There's no place like Home, there's no place like Home