The walk home

That's Joe trudging disconsolately home over the bridge. He played well but didn't score and blamed it on being tired from his sleepover. He's vowed to get a good nights sleep tonight but as Eve has one pal staying over and Ruby has three I have my doubts.

This afternoon the kids all went to the annual gala day with their pals rather than me and Mrs Smith which is a first. Might have been an excuse for an afternoon in the pub for us if at least one of us didn't need to be on pug duty.