More Mini Trains with Mini People (Blog 519)

Today I went to the mini trains place with my dad, brother, sister in law, two mini nieces and one mini nephew. On the car journey there with my dad, I soon noticed I forgot to bring a pen and rather worryingly, I realised I had to rely on the power of my own mind to remember things. Of course however, I take anti dribbling pills at night which do seem to help with my memory. Who knows, it could be a potential cure for Alzheimer’s. A treatment for dribbling AND dementia? Incredible! I may have been on the pills, but I looked in my dad’s glove compartment for a pen anyway. I thought I saw one, but it was actually a tool for measuring tyre pressure, good luck writing with that. Soon enough we reached the place and met up with the rest of our family. My brother showed off his new electric super car that can drive 100 miles for the cost of 10p or whatever it was. He lifted up the bonnet, there was nothing there and my brother said ‘no engine!’ He then lifted up the boot and there was no engine there either, I thought my brother was joking! There was indeed no engine! What’s next, no wheels? Oh of course, I’m thinking of planes. No, no, hover cars would be good as well. For whatever reason my sibling had a number plate in the boot. Thank God it was the same one as the one fixed on the back of his car. If not, you have to wonder what’s on his mind.

After the car was shown off, we all made our way to the place selling train tickets. I asked if they had a pen, and they didn’t. Dammit. Of course they didn’t, but they could have directed me to a souvenir shop, maybe? Oh if only there was a souvenir shop. No, I needed to trust in my anti dribbling tablets. Anyway, the train ride went pretty well until something flew into my eye, which was bad enough. As I rubbed it, I think I got anti-sun cream in it. It looked like I was crying/having a mental breakdown. Such cream says wash your eye thoroughly if you get the stuff in it, there was no water available obviously and I was stuck. Could I go blind? No. Surely not, and in the end, turns out I didn’t. Phew! On the train journey, I discussed birthday plans with my sister in law. I said I wanted to go go-karting and my whole family agreed with the idea, not only that, my sister in law suggested we could go for a meal afterwards. Sounds great, but my whole family didn’t agree there, they just ignored that part of the conversation. I guess I’ll have to try and persuade my brother it’s the right thing to do, later on.

So yeah, an enjoyable ride, though it was spoilt a bit by me needing to remember the day out so I could blog about it later. Pretty tiring stuff and annoying too, in fact that what’s I was doing CONSTANTLY. It was later proved that I can remember at least seven or eight things worthy of writing about, but it’s not exactly livin’ life to the max. After the ride, we all had some ice cream/milkshakes! Eurovision was discussed whilst eating and in particular England’s not bad but not great result. I thought it was a pretty good song, but no points from the general public? The critics didn’t seem to think it was that bad though, upping the score significantly. Lesson in life: Critics know best. Of course they do, they’re more educated. I also told everyone how I once saw an adder in Chobham Common, which I think was pretty cool. Makes my dad’s boast of seeing a stag beetle seem kinda rubbish. After all the ice cream etc. was enjoyed, we went back to the queue for the trains again, but was told a train had broken down or whatever and there would be delays, so we thought ‘screw it’ and went home. That was basically the day out! So, bye!