A downward slope to the land of coloured plastic.

This weekend I will be traveling to Wales, where I will collect my gorgeous cariad and her three beautiful children, and bring them back to mine for the duration of half-term. The original plan was that they were to travel to mine by train. Whilst here though we'll be going and driving places, so I thought it was necessary to purchase a childs booster seat for J, so that the seat belt fits properly and he's is nice and safe. I went to my local branch of Halfords and purchased such an item. Upon telling K of what I had bought she gladly informed me that it was just the beginning of a long journey that will slowly see my life invaded by all sorts of brightly coloured, high density, robust plastic items. Be they toys, or things to carry toys, or things to keep toys tidy, or things to keep children safe and secure. I thought about this for a while and I have to say that it doesn't bother me at all. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, wiser and more mature and I realise that having children in my life is a huge responsibility and that everything I do from now on has to be about the children, their lives and their welfare. Or maybe it's just because I'm a big kid at heart and can't wait to play with all that shiny plastic myself.