A quiet Saturday; just for a change. There's plenty not quiet ones coming up so i have no real problem not doing so much. (Although it turns out - weeks later - that Alex swimming is still on and not just Tom's football that bit the dust. The folly of assuming a 9 year old would pass on the message properly...)

So we went out around 10; explored in and around Tennant St; a cool morning so it was - remnants of ice on puddles, much to the boys delight. After a while we went to her's, and took us all off for a weekly shop. Somehow that seemed to take all afternoon; not sure how that happened. 

We eventually made it home; wardrobe was oh so nearly completed; but foiled at the end...darn it! 

Because of the late lunch, we had a late dinner of Spanish bean stew (except it wasn't beans, it was lentils cos I had no beans)

The patterns are more Orla Keily than Bridget Reilly but kinda cool nonetheless...