We took little T to the fair for the first time today. The smell of hot dogs and candy floss took me right back to being 14 again, laughing and smoking with my friends, the sugar rushes and snogging ‘townies.’ I loved the slightly dubious rides, the garish flashing lights, the impossible games with crappy prizes, all accompanied by blaring not-quite-current music. It’s such a brilliantly tacky assault on the senses.
I thought T would be fascinated by the sights, sounds and smells, but he seemed decidedly underwhelmed by it all.
To cheer him up, I decided to take him on his first little fairground ride. So we found one with ladybirds that just went round in a circle. At first he seemed to enjoy trying to steer it.
But then he decided he didn’t like it any more and turned round to cling to me.