GOT SHOT!

I got up at 9am - family, a child and a radio can be very loud. The lil guy was already active in the house. I soon persuaded him that outside would be more fun. So he found his way onto my back and we journeyed into the glorious sun. We examined this, we examined that. His journey of examination soon led him onto my shoulders. We then examined the same assorted garden objects, from a different vantagepoint (at least for him).
The neighbouring kids were not around. Some bright moment of inspiration led me to recall the location of a couple of water pistols. The perennial problem with toys is the various bits that seem to go AWOL (if not the entire toy). In this case both pistols had lost the cap that retains the water. Another bright moment of inspiration allowed me to recall "a bottle cork" I had picked up, with a thought, at the time of "um, this might come in useful". I was able to shape pyramid bits from the cork, which fit nicely into each pistol’s waterhole. The action began.
I tried to run but could not generate much speed, due to the groin strain. However I was much more accurate and his face was awash with water – and laughter, and joy, and a big grin. I was a little wet. Eventually we ended up washing cars with the pistols. He made a new friend, younger than him, whom he persuaded to cross the road to attain usage of a pistol. The child protested that his parents had forbidden him to cross the road. The lil guy made a strong counter-claim stating 2 points: 1. He too was not allowed to cross the road. 2. If you want the gun, come and get it. Such logic led a 3year old, armed with only the trousers he was wearing and a comfort-blanket, one corner ensconced in his mouth, to cross boldly to…THE OTHER SIDE. He received his reward and was taught the finer points of washing a car using a water pistol. The seagull poop was treated to water. Despite my plea for them not to touch the seagull poop – his new friend…TOUCHED THE SEAGUL POOP. The lil guy said… "Errrrrr".
His new friend was soon bored with shooting seagull poop and turned his attention to the lil guy. The lil guy shot back and a mini war ensued. Soon they were back to washing the car. The new friend was joined by his brother was then tried to grasp the gun away "to have a go :)". He failed initially. However he won a go by reporting the kid’s location to his parents who promptly got his next eldest brother to drag him back across the border. He had a go, then he dropped the gun and it broke. It was an accident I told the lil guy and eventually he took it well.
Luckily I knew the presence of one more water pistol. I produced it. We returned back to the car. The lil guy then advertised the new gun to every "potential friend". He got 2 takers who initially washed the car. Then one traitorous youth wondered how I would react to being shot...and shot me. I had no gun, I could not run. I got REALLY WET. The lil guy found it funny and joined in with shooting me. My only hope was they would run out of water. My only hope…took about 5 minutes. Then the new friend walked 2 housed down and refilled his gun with the outside water tap. I was subbed by my sister :) – THANK THE LORD :).
Later the lil guy had a go on his bike down the park. He did really well. He cycled on two wheels for 30minutes. Although is still unsteady he did cycle on the path and low cut grass for spells of 5minutes. He had the occasional tumble but picked himself up and got on with it. Soon he will join his cousins for the long bike rides of fun.
11pm: My sister and I paid a visit to the nightclub where my brother works. I expected it to be heaving, as there had been a big event in town. It was busy but not heaving – which was nice too as we could dance, sit, view, laugh and scream-to-talk. I managed to dance a bit without twinging the groin too much. She danced too with great energy – which surprised me as I expected the chemo to affect her at any moment. We left at 2am. I had to wake up that morning for work at 6.30am