Sunday

As I'm sure you can tell, these little fellas drying in the sun are part of a homemade subbuteo-stylee football game. Whether they work, or not, only time and the drying sun will tell. The pitch (and sort of stadium) have been carved from and drawn on a cardboard box.

So far today has been a pretty perfect Sunday. A busy day yesterday for all and a late night for the grown-ups meant a gentle start. After a pancake breakfast we headed out in the lovely sunshine for a wander to the spaceship* park. Playtime was a little curtailed by J taking a fall on his funny bone and learning the not particularly valuable life lesson that it should really be called the "ouch, this is really painful" bone. Declaring his arm to be more useless than it had ever been in its whole life (never knowingly understated that boy) me and him retreated home to put a bird in the oven.

An hour or so later and roast chicken, potatoes, onion and garlic were set to eat outside in the sunshine. I was going to blip the empty plates but that seemed mean. Since then, Carl and I have retreated to the sofas with the papers and the kids are being merrily entertained by next door's kids. I can't remember if I've mentioned before but earlier in the year we had a gate put in between our gardens. Today the kids are demonstrating perfectly the very wise investment it was.

And I've just bought a new bed - it's called a Sunday.

Hope it's a good one for you
Lesley x


*there is no spaceship and it is only called so by us; as I realised after making a playdate once...