Calling horses

The husband was supposed to be in London for the weekend, but a low-grade bug has kept him at home, with all of us feeling a bit under the weather.  It explains  my super early bed times of the last couple of evenings and the youngest being so exceptionally clingy.  

I took advantage of the husband being home to get ahead in the Christmas shopping race (the bet is on once again with a  friend to get it all done before the end of November).  

We all went out his afternoon, which did everyone the absolute world of good.  The boys got rid of lots of energy, we had a coffee and we all got lots of fresh air.  All good. The eldest tried to call the horses in the neighboring field, sadly, they didn't respond to him as their grass was too interesting.