It ain't half hot mum

Second lovely warm terrace-dwelling day of the year.

The morning was filled with basketball for CarbBoy and his adorable friend LR, along with collecting (one of) our broken car(s) from the garage and some advance summer purchasing of rosé and pink fizz from the supermarket we hate, but which has our favourite of both the above.

In the car on the way home CarbBoy, out of nowhere said "Mammy, why can't I have a brother?" Strangely, I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. Odd.

Later, after a re fried risotto lunch, there was a lot of sitting in the sunshine. In shorts! CarbBoy needed taking to a party, so I focused on gardening and staying under the limit, while Mr B took full advantage of the opportunity to spend some quality time with a comfy chair on the terrace and a blues mix.

Later still, Thunderball turned out to be a long and not very engaging Bond movie. And now Mr B is asleep on me in front of a Welsh drama and the wine is far, far away...