Outside Adventures

When I say "outside" I really mean the covered carpark/basement of the building. When the little ones need a diversion out of the apartment we'll either head to the roof where the sun shines hot but the sky is pretty, or the basement where the dust is plentiful but the shade is nice. Today we went downstairs.

We usually take a ball or two downstairs and kick it around for a while. Then there is the fun involved in trying to play in the bucket of dirty water the drivers use to wash the cars. That usually leads to trying to touch the newly shined vehicles leaving smeared handprints for the drivers to wash off later.

Sometimes the guards take a break from gate watching and newspaper reading to play a little bit. This guy is often running back and forth practicing his cricket bowl. He sometimes makes fun of Enzo's bad form when throwing the ball but Enzo doesn't mind. They're good friends.

Sometimes we play a little hide and seek around the generator. But when it's on we try to avoid the exhaust.

We also try to avoid this table that is ominously piled with wires presumably capable of both providing the entire building with power and electrocuting unsuspecting passersby (especially those with damp little hands).

There's a great little cart to push and be pushed in (although I never seem to get a turn).

And that's what it's like to play with Enzo and Lena downstairs. We've done it often enough that they've got the whole routine down to half an hour. That includes the time it takes for the necessary wash down and change of clothes that follows each visit "outside".