Life saver

Not specifically these plants, they are representative of the garden in general. This afternoon I drew a line in the sand for the kids, and they hurled themselves across it with abandon.

The punishment met with resistance bordering on "I'll never speak to you again ever ever ever." Doors were slammed. A pause in a life-saving garden helped me and a roast chicken dinner helped us all.

Earlier there was office work at school (and much philosophical and anthropological chat with CheeseLady), trouser hemming and curtain making.

Later a lively discussion about how we will handle Yellowstone exploding in our lifetime (tinned goods and forced rhubarb), the best way to topple a giant (push him off his cloud or headbutt him in the goolies), and a curious amalgam of the two issues when we worked out who we would save to live with us in the giant's castle if toppling him onto Yellowstone didn't solve that problem. (Shepherds, CheeseLady and our local baker are in, PPE students are out - sorry. Oddly, the Oxford and Cambridge boat race teams were on TallGirl's list, and Chelsea football team were on CarbBoy's but I vetoed Chelsea because in this brave new world I'm the boss).

And so now we're on the same 'saving civilisation' team, we're all friends again.

(Note to self: never ask the kids to share a seat in the car again. Or if it's necessary, be prepared to really actually make them walk home.)