Flowers

Dull damp day. I felt I'd earned a lie-in this morning but, after luxuriously sleeping way longer than I thought possible, it was 8.30 when I got up - I guess that's the benefit of an early night.

Gardening, then a champagne lunch for the benefit of the father in the house, more gardening then into town to see if they needed any help tidying up the basketball tournament (day two is for the older age categories).

Dinner was an invented roast Guinea fowl recipe, followed by a sit in the sunny bit of the garden with Mr B while the kids did homework. Later, football (were the Swiss playing in sugar-paper shirts?) and cake making. I think another early night might be heading my way too.

Yesterday's spot-the-ball contest is backblipped.