Not what you'd expect in a suburban lawn

Our, relatively, new neighbours don't appear to worry overmuch about mowing their front lawns, especially the one round the corner from the front door at the top of our communal drive.

Actually, I was delighted to see this Ladies' Bedstraw emerge. It's a wild flower that apparently smells like new mown hay when dried. In the past, it was used 'to stuff straw mattresses, particularly those of women about to give birth.' Thank you Woodland Trust for that information.

At any rate, it's growing profusely revealing the previous nature of the land underlying our estate. I wonder if the neighbours intend to use it for stuffing mattresses.

A William day. He was very quiet to begin with at Mummy Meet only coming out of his shell when the Mummies and their children began to leave. I had to threaten to leave him in the garden because having climbed to the top of the slide, he refused to come down to come home.

Usual afternoon of trains, Duplo, reading, the slide (briefly) and football with Grandad. He seems to have a natural touch of the ball. Oh, and blowing bubbles. Grandad got that job.