visiting raphael
Cabot Tower, Bristol
Do as the Romans do, Bath
Hi there
Too tired (HY's legs)
During Bank holiday weekend HY and I drove to Bristol to visit a nuclear family, R, W and their cutie pie, little Raphael. At first little R seemed intimidated by our presence, and cried as soon as his mum was out of sight, but after a visit to Bath together, little R got used to us and started showing me his toys and clinging to my leg. Later on, he handed his basket full of toy groceries to HY one by one. Each time he came over, HY would make funny noises, grab his hand or chase him around the living room, making the boy scream and giggle. Guided by his inquisitive infant mind Raphael is curious about everything he sees, touches buttons, pulls plugs and then breaks the TV screen--he calls himself a 'good boy' even when he isn't, haha. In his bedroom there's loads of surprises, too. There are books/objects that teach you about nature, shapes, animals, transportation and professions--little R already recognises the alphabet and numbers (esp. no. 6). In his tiny Fisher Price house you shall find Bob the Builder's telephone box and various colourful objects that make sounds which I forgot what they were meant to do--I never knew children's toys could be so much fun: HY attempted to show Raphael that he's an achitect by building a house with blocks, but the boy knocked it down with his little mighty hands. In the evening R and W prepared a brilliant BBQ (oysters, yum!) and homemade cheesecake, and so I learnt that grilled chicken are tastier when adding honey--eat it the Cantonese way. The weather was pleasant, you could see hot air balloons in the sky.