Happy Hour

In fairness he wouldn't have been so miserable if he had remembered to put his bike in the jannie's lock up rather leaving it lying in the playground, which necessitated a walk back up to the school.

I bought him a bottle of lemon and lime juice on the way back home "it tastes like wee" was the verdict. There will be no pleasing him for the rest of the day.

She's full of beans as usual.