The Unexpected

We had turned down the chance for a brunch with the rowing club, Mrs S was on call and I used it as an excuse not to go, I just didn’t fancy it.
So it was inevitable that she would get called in to work round about the time we would have been ordering to be followed thirty minutes later by my call out to the rugby club, no power, I’m sure that the rugby club forgets I’m a Thursday Gang Volunteer not the on call ‘Mr Fixit’.

Home to the not so sunny afternoon in the garden where Paddy got to play with his birthday present, his egg, great fun. In the photo, although it’s pretty solid, he has bounced it into the air.

Late dinner when Mrs S eventually arrived home.