Blowing bubbles

Scorchio!!! I whistled the wee one along to Joy Tots awhile, before a brief call in at the library. They’ve removed the big cuddly toys! Too full of slavers apparently. 

After lunch the wee one and myself planted out her wild flower meadow in my carefully prepared little plot and watered them of course. 
And after that we watered ourselves over at the beach. As I came out the front door with our deckchairs, a few mods on scooters puttered past. It was like proper seaside bank holiday stuff. One nodded over to me – obviously didn’t have me down as a rocker. Off my rocker, perhaps. Ho ho.
Much later, off to meet the chums in the boozer, doors standing wide open. And MrW arrived with a package he’d picked up at his work for F, who is away in France. It’s his book! We wasted no time in getting the box open and getting in some early reviews from Rab the barman. I can see these flying off the shelves.