The kids pestered us for so long that Mrs Raheny and I had to give in. We took them to the West Pier for a walk.
It had been quite a while and they were really beginning to feel the withdrawal symptoms.
They were totally bored of spending time on their tablets/phones/PlayBoxes and wanted nothing more than a good, bracing walk on the pier.
Mimi reluctantly read-walked three quarters of the length of the pier, then sat-read on a bench while we made it to the end.
The boys bickered for 4.2 miles.
A granny gave Finn a filthy look for playing with a toy gun.
I saw a dog with broken front paw being taken for a walk.
None of us walked in a poo.
A pretty uneventful Sunday afternoon outing.
The way I like them.