This is the Spectrum in Guildford, the closest town of any size to where my daughter lives. When I picked her up early yesterday morning I was delighted when she announced :
"I want to go ice skating".
Having grown up in Canada, I felt a sense of serene confidence.
I'd "wow" my little girl with daddy's amazing skills. This was the one thing I was sure I could do better than most Brits.
Pride before the fall.
First off, complete with pink helmet, my kid teetered around and around clutching my hand giggling and whooping with delight.
She didn't fall once and confidently stated " By the end of coming here next Saturday, I'll be going backwards daddy and you can watch from over there."
She's a fearless little soul.
It was at this point, succumbing to the urge to show off to my eight year old that the problems began:
"Wanna see daddy skate?"
Excited clapping of hands and a huge smile.........
Now its time for excuses/sour grapes/middle aged man explaining the desertion of previously taken for granted skills........
The rink rented out big sturdy skates designed for longevity rather than nimbleness. No real problem except bizarrely, they were figure skates.
This means that they had those stupid little three tiered pics on the front of the blade.
For someone who grew up wearing hockey skates (which lack this ridiculous feature), this was a problem.
Leaning forward and "sitting for power" ( my dad's voice echoing down the years in my head) the little pic dug into the ice and stayed dug in.
I unfortunately carried on forward.
Red faced, brush down...off again.....face plant.
Delighted laughter from the cherub in the pink helmet.
Despite the bruised ego ( and knees and wrists) it was a great day.
I was supposed to see her today, but as a result of rather mean spirited planning, was unable to compete with the arrival of "the new horse".
Ah well the Saturday was memorable anyway.
I really hate to admit it but I'm stiff and sore.
I really need to get back in shape.
Love to all