Hama time

Not my intended blip today, but I like this very much, for the same reason I like some of my other blips, not for its technical wonderfulness because lets face it, its not a creative wonder, but because it means something, to me.

This is Freya and Rob, playing with every parents worst nightmare, Hama beads , to their inventor : I hate you with a passion I only usually reserve for spiders, instant coffee and humous.

Rob is tired from work, too tired to realise he has sat still for 15 seconds therefore has become the object of freyas attentions, we warn all visitors not to sit, sitting means captive audience, and believe me my child can entertain for England, not always in a good way. He isnt a Hama bead kind of man, he is a playstation, Tom and Jerry, allotment, kite flying, car cleaning, cooking, fart joke kind of man, play like this is usually my domain (lucky lucky me *sarcasm*) but not today, today he made a Hama maze, I have refused to iron it for him, it wasnt *That* good , I am the imperial master of Hama beads, he is not, he dropped loads on the floor too .