Going to The Dogs (as BB put it)

Unusually both the girls ended up in different places today.

Someone was trying to organise an animation workshop with someone from the university, using the UNI equipment, but in the end that didn’t happen. But another HE family said they have them round as they had been doing some animation recently and has stuff set up. So took SB to their house, where she quickly settled down to making a flip book (apparently it’s a horror one :rolls:).

Drunk a bit of tea, chatted and had serious house envy. They live in a lovely, built for them modern house, split level kitchen living area, glass wall, curves, high celings all that sort of Grand Designs sort of thing.

I swopped SB for another girl who decided she wanted to come to the dogs while her mum stayed and animated and we headed off. A popular event, must have been 50-60 people all told. The police showed of the equipment they have on their vest nowadays,

talked about the dogs, answered lots of questions. Showed one of them attacking another policeman

and showed another dog that they use for finding explosives sniffing ou hidden little bottles around the room.

THe dog would sit and wait patiently once it found something, becuase all it was really interested in was playing with it’s ball after as a treat

BB enjoyed it and seems to have prety much lost her fear of dogs, was not fazed by a big black Alsatian barking and attacking a man in the middle of the room.

Headed off back to see what SB had been up to. She’d finshed the flap book, done her own design for something to go inside a Zoetrope, and done some Lego stop motion animation. They’d not had time to finish off the latter into a movie, so we got a CD of the images, though the computers here don’t seem to be seeing any on there. A  quick more bit of tea and my lunch and playing before heading home. Another parent though had the best ‘chivving up the children’ line.

“Come on R and R, don’t you want to go to Africa”

(They were leaving right then to catch the plane to go out to South Africa, where one of them harks from).

Dragged the kids away from playing, SB “I wish we lived in a house like that” to head home to catch up with Helen. Which you can read about below

It was quite pleasant only having one child with me for a bit really for a change.