Conkers

At the weekend, daughter #2 collected lots of conkers and last night, she drilled a hole in a couple of them and threaded shoe lace through them. Just like mum and dad used to (we said). Today, she got them out and played with her sister. Within five minutes, she was back in the house in floods of tears. She'd stood on a flimsy foldable table on the decking and went flying. She's got a big bruise on her side and on her leg.

I cycled to work today and it was really warm on the way home. After dinner, I went to bridge club.