This morning Geoff's work had a social club sponsored family day at Luna Park. For two hours we had the place to ourselves, all rides were free. Two hours went surprisingly fast.
Ella is now of an age where things that would previously have evoked a "NO WAY" response, all seemed like the must do rides. Geoff went on some gross spinning round, up and down puke inducing thing with her. I did the Scenic Railway/Big Dipper. On that one Ella laughed her way through while I kept my eyes firmly shut, screaming not quite like a girl as I've lost that range, with one arm clasping her tight and my knees jammed hard against the seat in front. Geoff did two rides on the Ghost Train with her and another on some thing that you can see went up and then dropped suddenly leaving your stomach at the top. Give me real fear over quease, those rides I can't stand, I think my fear of puking is more real than the possibility of dying on a ride!