Messi/Messy

Not sure what's going on with this shot. I've done so much to it that I can't even remember what it was going to be. But now Mr B is agitating for us to watch some Danish programme or other (no, not that kind) on my computer so I must be quick.

Katherine was stood on by a pony and thought she'd broken her foot, but it turns out to be 'just sore'. Conor kept all his clothes on for football training (four layers, the top one a polyester team top, just to make sure all the heat and sweat was locked in - sort of like a portable sauna) and was staggering around like an exhausted beetroot when I arrived from inevitable DIY shopping to collect him. Still, the birthday sweetie from his friend at football at least pulled out that annoying wobbly tooth (lets just hope the tooth mouse remembers...)

No garden work today, but plenty of sorting and tidying in the house. No pies either. Must remedy that tomorrow. (Steak and ale.)