After the storm
Mimi and Finn recovering from their walk on the beach.
Two little dots in Nana's enormous bed, enjoying some quality children's programs on satellite television (each time we come here, I am reminded of how right we were to get rid of the damn thing six years ago).
Nana tried to have us believe that the weather was blissfully spring-like for the last ten days.
I articulated doubts about the veracity of her allegations.
She then tried to insinuate that we are the ones bringing shite weather with us to her otherwise sunny part of the world.