The Hoppings is (are?) back soon.
I'd never been before last year. I really enjoyed it.
The second night I was there, I went to a fortune teller.
She was crap.
You know how they're supposed to be able to tell tiny details like if you wear a wedding ring from such tiny details as the line on your finger? Well this woman put my hand on her crystal ball (no euphemism!) and put her hand on top, and she asked if I was married - and I had my wedding ring on.
She told me to go for a career that I'd love to do in some ways but would hate in many more, and generally got everything wrong.
But as I was leaving, she said...
'come back and see me next year, and you'll have a baby'.
And I leapt on that. As proof that it would happen.
I thought that was the one thing she'd got right.
I guess she really didn't know shit.
We knew we should have gone for one of the ones with big queues instead of the one we didn't have to wait for. Ah well.
Anyway, the point is, the Hoppings are back soon, and I can't wait to go on the dodgems and the big wheel.
I didn't mean to write about babyloss here any more. Ah well.