Not Going Out

It's Saturday, so it's Stoke.
It's a lovely sunny day, so after lunch we suggest going for a walk. We used to go every Saturday after lunch - not far, just round the block really - but over winter we've not been out much, and Bill's hernia makes it painful for him to walk far. But it really is georgeous weather, so we're determined that today will be our first walk of the season.
"Come on, let's put our shoes on and go for a walk!" sounds like an innocent enough phrase, but the way Freddie reacted, you'd think I'd shouted "Come on, let's get our guns and murder some puppies". We had strident "no"s, petulant feet stomping, accusations of bullying and even some lip pouting. At that moment Freddie looked 9 not 79.
Then her eyes lit up - clearly an excuse had occured to her. "I don't have a coat that fits" she says with triumph. David pulls a coat from the closet. "It's too small" she says. David pulls a different coat from the closet. "It's too thick" she cries. We tell her this won't matter, as we're not going far, only round the block. She reluctantly puts it on, and away we go.
It really is lovely outside, warming up with the spring sunshine.
We turn the first corner intending to literally go just round the block when Freddie pipes up "let's go up to the next street and round". This makes the walk about 3 times the distance - which just goes to show - getting out the door is way more scary than the walk itself.
It's a good job sunshine is an antidote to frustration!
take care,