The kids both got their skates and headed out on the ice. Jayden went okay, Caitie was a little awkward and fell over at least once. They skated for maybe half an hour, then started nagging for hot drinks and/or food. Jayden was complaining that his feet were sore. I went and got hot drinks and chips, and we ate those, then I decided that I should stop watching from the sidelines and join in. Not all of the activities I'd planned for their holidays were either a) suitable for me to do or b) ones that I wanted to do, but this was one I could do, and I was just sitting on the sidelines when I knew they'd rather I was out there with them. So I did.
I went slowly, but didn't make too much of a dick out of myself. I didn't fall or look too awkward (I hope). Caitie held my hand and skated beside me some of the time, and Jayden hovered. He seemed really pleased that I was out on the ice. I didn't even suggest to Steve that he should join in - with his back, that would be asking for trouble. The last thing we need is him bedridden because he moved the wrong way or whatever.
My feet got sore really quickly, well, one foot, and I had a lot more sympathy for Jayden after that. I don't know what it is about those skates, but they're really hard on your feet. I suppose it's like many things, like the rock climbing - the hire equipment is shite.
We didn't stay as long as I thought we would. Maybe two hours. But both kids seemed really pleased that we'd done it, and I call it a successful day.