Noodle's 1st Bucks Show

The Noodle accompanied me to a bucks show late this morning. First we swung by the hospital to meet Knickers on her break. She gave us a run down on the rules (looky, no touchy etc...). Then we were off.

The show was for Aaron, from training. We arrived at the Kent Town Tap Inn a bit after eleven to find him on the driving range. In a viking helmet and kilt. Knowing Aaron I'm not too sure he hadn't just been wearing them anyway.

Adjourned to the bar shortly after where the Noodle impressed all the blokes by mashing his packed lunch (from the monkey and giraffe bedecked backpack I was carrying) into the floor before eating it.

Not sure what the etiquette is for bringing toddlers to a bucks show but we stayed for an hour or so. He got over his initial shyness fairly quickly and was racing up to people announcing 'pelican' or 'camel' up until I put him off tap. That was the fastest Coke habit ever developed. Cut off from his supply he quickly had a screaming attack of the heebie jeebies and had to be escorted from the premises, taken home, and put to bed.

Roger and Daphne, my parents-in-law, dropped round later this afternoon and the Noodle proudly announced to Nana, 'Pub!' when asked what he'd been up to today.