We visited Marlow on Saturday, and whilst there little mister squared up to Ross Kemp before running off to play with his son, Oliver, which was unexpected!
Ross Kemp. He didn’t look quite so menacing at the park on Saturday
I promised Thing 1 & Thing 2 a run around in the park in exchange for a non-complaining amble along Marlow High Street.
Marlow High Street has some wonderful, contemporary independent retailers, the ones I like are
– Gather & Hunt which is a feast if you like artisan foods
– Mint Velvet a fashion boutique so beautiful I daren’t let my children go in it
– My Boudoir, a pre-loved & new luxury boutique where you can find a good bargain
– Ceremony, selling exclusive children’s clothes by Wojak. We just look thru the window!
Then there’s what I call the more high end chains like The White Company, JoJo Maman Bebe, Fat Face and Sweaty Betty. All offering everything in white, lots of perfume, lots of immaculate, pale looking clothes & nude shoes. Whilst beautiful most seems impractical if you have busy, mucky, cheeky children like mine.
At the end of the high street we reached the park, and as usual little mister found the nearest boy-child to start playing with. Little did I know it was Ross Kemp’s son, Oliver.
They ran around each other (as boys do!) and as they got to the gated swings & slides area they just stopped dead. Like something out of a cartoon. I then noticed a man dressed in blue jeans, puffer jacket and dark baseball cap was holding open the gate. It wasn’t until the man started talking that I realised who it was.
“You camm-in in, son?” Ross Kemp said to little mister, in a cockney accent that I though was put on for Eastenders
“No” said my little mister *trying hard to deliver a cross face*
“Aw-right then, son” said Ross Kemp *cheeky smile, think cockney sparra’* “You cam-in, in Oliver”
“No” said Oliver, Ross Kemp’s son.
By this time I’d properly clocked who it was. I’m not very good at celebrity spotting. But DadTired is, and he said “I think you’re putting them off, mate, haha”
Me, *eyes wide open staring hard at DadTired hoping he can read my mind* ‘Really?? Is that something you say to one of the hardest men on TV, who challenges drug cartels in Mexico or talks down gun-wielding Congolese warriors??’
“Come on in, little mister” I said, then turning to look Ross Kemp in the eye. Hey, he’s just another Dad, right.
“No” came little mister’s reply.
“Oh well, I said” – I know, not very imaginative..
“Yeah, boys” said Ross Kemp
Then his boy took off, and so did Ross Kemp.
“Did you see who that was? ” I said to DadTired after he’d left. “Yeah, Yeah” said DT, as if this kind of thing happens every day
Well, I can tell you it doesn’t. So when it did it was unexpected!
*no photography of the action as I was playing it cool! Instead, photography is from the BBC
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.