Rock-a-bye Doddy

Still having fun with Cat's older kids, the 2 little ones have gone home. Just a mucking-around-the-house-and-garden day, with a couple of hours at the park.

Andrew and Malcolm had decided yesterday that the big swing would make a great nest. I vetoed their plan to take duvets and we compromised with fleecy blankets. So Andrew and Malcolm made a nest, stayed in it for about one minute and then went off to do climbing and stuff. George decided to try out the nest, his fool of a mother started pushing the swing, and next thing I knew, he'd fallen asleep. We were the only people at the park (it's just a little, local one) so I just left him to sleep in the swing. Andrew and Malcolm were right, evidently.