Bus stop

This is the eldest sheltering in the bus stop from the horrible wind this afternoon.  I'd been tidying the garage, which the boys strangely enjoy as there is always so much to explore, but we needed an escape as they were starting to get a little bored.  I took this on the way back, and about two minutes afterwards, he was merrily running along, tripped and fell. Bit of a fat lip, few bruises on his knees and damaged pride, but fine.  I turned up home carrying both boys in my arms, there's a special  knack to it and I'm sure it gets my arms pretty strong!

Streak and home-made chips this evening and home-made tomato sauce - it's a meal to make the Zimbo husband feel like home.