Rolling

We had a roadtrip to Oxford to see a friend and her boys today.

Greeted by the smell of roast chicken as soon we entered her house to be followed by my first attempt at chocolate chip bread and butter pudding. Thankfully the boys only voted it OK so we got to have seconds and thirds (no need for any tea)

Later on a bit of fresh air in the park to blow out the cobwebs - what else is a slope for?

Tiddler decided to recreate a previous visit by puking, at least this time he managed to use the sink rather than the back seat of the car. He seems to make an infrequent habit of it and once he sleeps it off is right as rain. Eldest played Florence nightingale to his brother in the back of car while I drive home as swiftly as speed limits and the M40 would allow.