I wanted to slip a photo of AJ with one of her sad faces into a blog. All the photos in the blog are of her smiling but I think she can often look at her cutest when she has got her massively sad face on. This is the “no one has been sadder than this, ever” face.
I have been trying to capture this face, so here are a couple:
I think it is a face of great emotion to live amongst Sinead O’Connor’s tear or Woody’s face in Toy Story, when he realises that he is not Andy’s toy of choice, as one of the dramatic turns of our times.
This was supposed to be a largely grateful blog post but I seem to have swerved off topic so for those who know and love my mother here is a video of pandas that appeared on Chinese TV, well worth a watch, with Mary look doubtfully on.
Thanks very much everybody for the donations for our sponsored walk. I slightly feel that we did not sweat quite enough blood and tears to merit your generosity. The walk really did not consist of much more the a wander in the low bit of High Wycombe. We did do a loop across the playing fields to make sure that we did the full 2 kms of the challenge.
AJ had a bit if a cold, and when she gets a cold it sounds worse than on most kids, so we thought she would be better off without the outdoor stroll. So it was even less arduous for me than it might have been as I did not have to push AJ or carry her. The last time we went on one of these walks, AJ was on. My shoulders for much of the way. She would not be able to do that now because of her balance.
I would also like to thank everyone who helped organise it. It is quite hard to get this kind of thing off the ground, you have to apply months in advance to get a permit to ask for money on the street. You can get your permit for a shopping centre to rattle buckets relatively easily but you are no longer actually allowed to rattle buckets or ask for money too insistently; you can’t beg too beggingly. Otto and AJ make a great fundraising team, we push them out front with Otto and his Puss-in-Boots’ eyes asking for money “to help mi little sister speak” – they are quite irresistible. The competition is quite stiff. As we came in we eye-balled a creative building for special needs children’s charity… very much in the same same emotional range as us… Rivals? We also had Adopt a Panda behind us, and yes well, who can resist a panda? It would appear that our son is now a father, having adopted a panda… Does that make us grandparents already, if only of the adopted panda variety?