They went for a picnic

I've been in London all day (10pm train home), upgraded to first class for minimal additional cost and have been looking forward to my free cuppa and sandwich, only to find that food stops at 10pm. 

Day of too much talking and not enough work, but it was needed and a few people needed to get things off their proverbial chests. 

Left home this morning after big hugs for all left behind, they were very happy but both boys told me they would miss me.  They seem to have had a good day in the woods with a tomato soup picnic (cooked over a small burner). 

Today I'm grateful for: 
Home time. I'm shattered 
Happy children enjoying the simple things 
The predicable message from the husband to say he had run out of time to make the dinner that had been planned, what could he make instead (fish fingers, being the standard default for children).