He Doesn’t Have An Off Button


This morning Sam and Holly took Orlaith to Southampton Hospital for a check on her broken arm. All was well and she had a smaller cast fitted to replace the larger, more restrictive one.

Malachi stayed with us and played Bookworm with Jackie. Perhaps all eight year old boys are constantly on the go, wrapping themselves around everything in sight. My grandson certainly is. The activity demonstrated here covered just a few minutes.

As I commented later, when, in Portsmouth, he was, like a happy little terrier, dashing backwards and forwards, covering, at speed, about four times the territory as the rest of of us, he doesn’t have an off button.

Sam, Holly, and Orlaith had travelled on to the Waterfront at Portsmouth where we met them, visited the Mary Rose exhibition, and dined at Wagamamma’s. I couldn’t possibly do justice to the museum visit within the time available this evening, so I will report on that tomorrow.

My meal was an excellent spicy seafood ramen. I drank a Japanese beer details of which I can’t remember.

48 responses to “He Doesn’t Have An Off Button”

  1. Wagamama seems to be taking over the world; we have them here. The Japanese restaurant chain was founded by Alan Yau, a Chinese from my hometown, Hong Kong.

  2. Great photos Derrick. You really capture the fidgetting energy of young boys. I’ve just been staying with my grandsons so I can really relate to these. Mine don’t have off buttons either.

  3. Perhaps you should try an fn f7 combination;( I don’t know if that works on the Apple you use) the action still goes on but you don’t have to worry about it as you can’t see it.

    Probably the Japanese wine label wasn’t in English, I’m sure if it was you’d have known every detail, with that esquiring mind of yours.

    With all this moving and travelling around that you all get up to don’t you ever get buggered? You never seem to stop and I get exhausted just following your travels on Google Earth!

  4. That is a fascinating observation captured ingeniously for the readers. It is always a wonder and a joy to watch the pulsating energy the youngsters have.

  5. The tragedy is that we cannot replace all those huge ugly windmills by somehow using the energy of small boys. And kids are so noisy too! I once tried to ‘mute’ my daughter using the TV remote control. Just a reflex action, and I did feel a complete idiot! Many a true word, though…..

  6. Never mind his “off” button. I wonder if he could show me the location of my “on” button. From time to time, I think I might have switched it off accidentally.

  7. I remember a dear friend of mine giving birth to her second son. I visited in the cottage hospital and she apologised for looking so dreadful but explained that she had had no sleep due to a very bad dream bordering on the nightmare. She (and she genuinely stands about 5’2″) was in the kitchen peeling endless spuds from a mountain which her kitchen mysteriously housed, and the boys, now teens (I should say she already had Max an had just delivered Henry) were climbing every surface, running endless marathons, fording fast flowing rivers and eating all these potatoes. I have never forgotten it. I only had girls (4 of them) and I imagine that the energy levels of an energetic boy are feeble in comparison to even the 4 combined. Is that politically incorrect?

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