Smoke on the Washing

I don't like to tempt fate but it looks like summer might finally have arrived. The sun was spliting the sky today and a strong breeze made for perfect laundry weather (a few years ago it would have been perfect weather for phoning in sick to work and heading for the nearest beer garden. Those were the days). Unfortunately when the sane members of the population are furiously washing anything that stands still or heading for the nearest beach, our neighbour is setting fire to rubbish. For those of you paying attention this is the post stealing, dog fouling, shouting at children, parking space pinching Medusa from a few door down who today seemed to think it perfectly reasonable to burn her household waste in her back garden whilst simulataneously sunning herself on her decking. I have no idea what the reasoning behind this may have been but am hoping she may have been attempting to smoke herself for some kind of cannibal banquet.

The toxic fumes didn't seem to bother the Minions though and they spent a happy afternoon squabbling over ice lollies (blackcurrant may have been a bad idea) and transporting gravel round the back garden in a watering can. Simple pleasures. Here they are on the back step (which I had to wash as the pair of them were attempting to lick spilled ice lolly directly off the slab).


Quote of the day: "Mum! Mum! There is poo. On my bed. It's poo!" Minion number one on discovering her sisters discarded mini roll.