Unseasonal.

8:30pm and eating dinner with Mrs theWeir in the back garden.

At home.

In the warmth of an evening.

It's been a full Saturday. From the dog-walking, exhaust-inspecting, swing-purchasing, wheel-balancing, grass-cutting. swing-constructing, garden-playing, grandad-visiting, weeWeir-feeding and now Mrs theWeir home-from-work feeding. Phew.

Good to be alive.

And the Lions beat the Aussies too.