Doune, again

It was hardly worth my while coming home on Sunday because here I am again. Granny Peebles is unwell so I’ve been roped in for Tuesday child sitting. I’m sure we will have fun tomorrow.

It’s son number 1’s birthday and I arrived this evening in time for tea and birthday cake. It seems weird having a son who is now nearer 40 than 30, I don’t think he likes it much either.