The routine of April fools.

I discover my underwear drawer empty: it must be the first of April.

I rescue some my boxers (soaked and frozen into a solid lump) from the freezer. I then have to go hunting for the others hanging from trees in the garden and along the road. I have a long conversation with a four year old local where I endeavour to keep my dignity and act as if I was behaving perfectly normally to climb on a garden wall to reach my boxers hanging publicly on the street... I asked him if he ever did this. "No: I'm 4" which is probably his answer to most questions.

Every year. Still funny. :-)

Today I am grateful for my hilarious daughter, and my lovely son who I have just waved goodbye to for the week. :-(