Friday night

I had thought that I'd pick up the kids, pop to Booths to grab our customary Friday night pizzas, and head back to the cottage, but somehow between picking them up and the end of the road, that turned into going for a curry instead.

Dan and Abi were on great form. I don't know if it's true that girls mature faster than boys around their age but despite the two year age difference, they do get on really well. At this point, while we were waiting for our poppadoms, they'd just swapped hats. 

As was often the case with their older siblings, sometimes, especially when I'm tired, I like to just sit back and listen to them.