mkingdon
Obsessed...and admits it!!
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Previously on this tour...
Introduction
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight
Day Nine
Day Ten
Day Eleven
Day Twelve
Day Thirteen
Day Fourteen 2nd September 2007
Right people, we are in serious “fun having” mode now. The time for messing about has passed, we are at the strange stage of every holiday, the last full day. You always hope that it turns out to be special, and looking back on ours….well, I’ll let you decide.
Today has to see me through months (maybe years) of non Disney time, and the thought of those dark dreary Monday mornings in the winter literally chill me to the bone. I am determined to soak up every second of today.
So with that in mind, I am up and about at around 8am, and being the last day I thought it would make a nice change if I made breakfast for everyone. We had no real firm plans for today, apart from doing World Showcase this afternoon and ending with ROE tonight. So the morning was up for grabs.
I dangle new and exciting experiences before the kids, letting them choose what we shall do on our last morning here.
So we go the pool!!!
No, no, I’m happy with that. We don’t have swimming pools back home do we, so best make the most of this one. We can always visit that theme park in Manchester which is just like Disney can’t we!!
As a protest, I stay in the room for a bit catching up on my notes, whilst the females go down to the pool. Amazingly they do not get lost without my close supervision.
As I reach the pool, I find Louise prostrate in the blazing sun, and the girls similarly positioned in the water. I lie in the sun for a while reading some of those American trash magazines…you know…Wheelie Bin Weekly…that sort of thing.
The lure of the cool water cannot be fought any longer and I join the girls in the pool. To continue the novelty theme of this morning, they insist we play Monsters…which translates into me carrying them round on my back and then trying to throw them off.
This game worked well when they (and I) were younger, but now, two of them versus one of me, usually ends in tears…mine!
As a distraction I tell them we will never be able to afford to stay at the Boardwalk ever again, and they should make full use of the slide whilst they can, as I don’t think camp sites in Morecambe have water attractions of this standard.
I watch them come down the slide a few times, and then break the news that we need to make a move now, and go to Epcot. So I drag them from the pool to get dry so we can leave.
They are slightly less upset by that news than Louise, who I have drag away from her sun lounger, with her nails scraping the concrete.
She likes to sunbathe!!
The girls grab a strawberry slush (they were just left there on the table, so why not) as some sort of compensation for leaving the pool.
So we head back to the room, for showers etc, and this take us on to around 12.30, which means we now need some lunch to set us up for the afternoon.
I had hinted to Louise of a challenge I had heard of, where you had to have a drink at every country around the World Showcase. She seemed mildly interested, and so needed a decent lining on her stomach beforehand.
We wander down the Boardwalk and decide to get a slice of pizza for lunch. This sounds nice and simple, but we find what seems to be our four hundred and second CM who is “Earning her Ears”. I don’t know about her ears, but she didn’t know her a*se from her elbow if I’m being honest.
I keep the order simple, three cheese slices and one pepperoni. A sprite, two diet cokes and Louise starts early with a Sangria. So I pay, and stand away from the window to let someone else order. The CM needs help from someone else (with a bigger badge and different uniform, so obviously very senior) to transact this order, as it involves counter snack credit stuff from the Dining Plan.
Several parties order, pay and get served so I wander back to the window, and have to really convince them that I haven’t had any pizza yet. I wave my receipt and let them listen to my stomach as it growls in desperate need of some calories.
Eventually we are served and seated.
A wedding passes us as we eat.
I tell the girls to make a mental note. Weddings = Disney….not Bolton Social Club!!
Louise also points out that this bride was quite clever as she seems to have found very ugly bridesmaids, which is only good news for how she will look on the photos in comparison.
Pizza gone, we start the walk to Epcot.
I can sense everyone’s amazement that we have had a, one, singular slice of pizza, and seem to be done eating at that point. Bear with us big boy….you ain’t seen nothing yet!!
We enter Epcot through International Gateway, and I take a photo of Louise and the girls whilst she is vertical and free from vomit stains.
We are to start our journey around the world in France, and end, many hours later in the good old UK. This version of France is perfectly acceptable, as it contains very few actual French people, and the ones that are there as CMs, paid to be nice to me.
In all our visits, mainly due to the kids been very young with a low boredom threshold, we haven’t ever spent a lot of time in the countries of Epcot. The greatest travesty of that is, that we have never tried the bakery in France, and that is where I am headed.
There is some confusion from the others in the party, as they wonder why I seem to be heading to the perfume shops, but all is clear as we enter the “treasure trove”.
It takes us a while to choose what we want, and Louise does a fine job of staring at someone until they vacate their table for us.
Louise has a Napoleon.
Rebecca chocolate cake.
Emily has THE most sickly chocolate mousse on the planet.
I’m afraid I’d already eaten mine at this stage.
Continued...
Introduction
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight
Day Nine
Day Ten
Day Eleven
Day Twelve
Day Thirteen
Day Fourteen 2nd September 2007
Right people, we are in serious “fun having” mode now. The time for messing about has passed, we are at the strange stage of every holiday, the last full day. You always hope that it turns out to be special, and looking back on ours….well, I’ll let you decide.
Today has to see me through months (maybe years) of non Disney time, and the thought of those dark dreary Monday mornings in the winter literally chill me to the bone. I am determined to soak up every second of today.
So with that in mind, I am up and about at around 8am, and being the last day I thought it would make a nice change if I made breakfast for everyone. We had no real firm plans for today, apart from doing World Showcase this afternoon and ending with ROE tonight. So the morning was up for grabs.
I dangle new and exciting experiences before the kids, letting them choose what we shall do on our last morning here.
So we go the pool!!!

No, no, I’m happy with that. We don’t have swimming pools back home do we, so best make the most of this one. We can always visit that theme park in Manchester which is just like Disney can’t we!!
As a protest, I stay in the room for a bit catching up on my notes, whilst the females go down to the pool. Amazingly they do not get lost without my close supervision.
As I reach the pool, I find Louise prostrate in the blazing sun, and the girls similarly positioned in the water. I lie in the sun for a while reading some of those American trash magazines…you know…Wheelie Bin Weekly…that sort of thing.
The lure of the cool water cannot be fought any longer and I join the girls in the pool. To continue the novelty theme of this morning, they insist we play Monsters…which translates into me carrying them round on my back and then trying to throw them off.
This game worked well when they (and I) were younger, but now, two of them versus one of me, usually ends in tears…mine!
As a distraction I tell them we will never be able to afford to stay at the Boardwalk ever again, and they should make full use of the slide whilst they can, as I don’t think camp sites in Morecambe have water attractions of this standard.
I watch them come down the slide a few times, and then break the news that we need to make a move now, and go to Epcot. So I drag them from the pool to get dry so we can leave.


They are slightly less upset by that news than Louise, who I have drag away from her sun lounger, with her nails scraping the concrete.
She likes to sunbathe!!
The girls grab a strawberry slush (they were just left there on the table, so why not) as some sort of compensation for leaving the pool.
So we head back to the room, for showers etc, and this take us on to around 12.30, which means we now need some lunch to set us up for the afternoon.
I had hinted to Louise of a challenge I had heard of, where you had to have a drink at every country around the World Showcase. She seemed mildly interested, and so needed a decent lining on her stomach beforehand.
We wander down the Boardwalk and decide to get a slice of pizza for lunch. This sounds nice and simple, but we find what seems to be our four hundred and second CM who is “Earning her Ears”. I don’t know about her ears, but she didn’t know her a*se from her elbow if I’m being honest.
I keep the order simple, three cheese slices and one pepperoni. A sprite, two diet cokes and Louise starts early with a Sangria. So I pay, and stand away from the window to let someone else order. The CM needs help from someone else (with a bigger badge and different uniform, so obviously very senior) to transact this order, as it involves counter snack credit stuff from the Dining Plan.
Several parties order, pay and get served so I wander back to the window, and have to really convince them that I haven’t had any pizza yet. I wave my receipt and let them listen to my stomach as it growls in desperate need of some calories.
Eventually we are served and seated.
A wedding passes us as we eat.

I tell the girls to make a mental note. Weddings = Disney….not Bolton Social Club!!
Louise also points out that this bride was quite clever as she seems to have found very ugly bridesmaids, which is only good news for how she will look on the photos in comparison.
Pizza gone, we start the walk to Epcot.

I can sense everyone’s amazement that we have had a, one, singular slice of pizza, and seem to be done eating at that point. Bear with us big boy….you ain’t seen nothing yet!!
We enter Epcot through International Gateway, and I take a photo of Louise and the girls whilst she is vertical and free from vomit stains.

We are to start our journey around the world in France, and end, many hours later in the good old UK. This version of France is perfectly acceptable, as it contains very few actual French people, and the ones that are there as CMs, paid to be nice to me.
In all our visits, mainly due to the kids been very young with a low boredom threshold, we haven’t ever spent a lot of time in the countries of Epcot. The greatest travesty of that is, that we have never tried the bakery in France, and that is where I am headed.
There is some confusion from the others in the party, as they wonder why I seem to be heading to the perfume shops, but all is clear as we enter the “treasure trove”.
It takes us a while to choose what we want, and Louise does a fine job of staring at someone until they vacate their table for us.
Louise has a Napoleon.

Rebecca chocolate cake.

Emily has THE most sickly chocolate mousse on the planet.

I’m afraid I’d already eaten mine at this stage.

Continued...