Interruptus

Early on, the daughter arrived with S on their bikes - so we did breakfast by the open doors in the sun. Oh, they were impressed with the homemade jams and marmalades. Then they were off - the daughter to pick up the birthday bike.
And later, while I was busy producing a fine tilth, the son arrived for blethers. I just wish he wouldn’t wear those trackies and trainers - what’s wrong with proper trousers and stout shoes?