Hammocked

We were all woken early by our garden jay screaming in the tree nearest the house. All bar Mr B were woken by the 7am call, I forestalled the 7.30am call by going outside and throwing things to scare it off, but I missed the 8am call - which roused a grumpy Mr B who had stayed up too late watching unspeakably dull documentaries.

Regardless, a cake was baked for lunch (orange cake soaked in orange syrup and coated with chocolate - it went down rather well) and we headed off to our friends. A planned outing to a flower sale in Castres was binned in favour of an afternoon sitting around by the pool, with the kids variously in and out of the pool (with some quite spectacular full body shivering when they were out).

After eating a mountain of food, Mr B bravely volunteered to drive us home and then slept it off for a while on the 'terrace' (I think that grass needs cut again). Off now for tonights second installment of that Danish police drama that gives us nightmares...