I'll Be Sitting when the Evening Comes.

I'm all on my ownsome again tonight.

Boy is over the back playing football. Isn't it funny how when a sport is on, incidences of you finding people playing it increase? Although, there is always a footie game of on over the back from ours. Next week though, the kids will be out in the street with the tennis balls - Wimbledon!

Tooli is on the beach with her mates. This is the place to be. Apparently at 9 pm at night, is cool, (very cool in my opinion), to be sitting in your bikini. The wind is brisque tonight - they must be freezing. (Note to self: have some warm milk ready for the return).

Beloved, is at the Scouts. This is Giant Sleepover. I dropped down, because in his haste to get there today, and ensure that I was not going to cripple myself in his absence, he forgot (1) jacket (2) laptop (3) sleeping bag. Tends to be though, that there isn't much sleep happening.

The Explorers have a Stay-Awake, and last year, whilst the Cubs and Beavers and Scouts were sleeping, they crept into their tents, and drew moustaches and goatee beards on their faces. I found this hysterical. Beloved thinks I am bad to think this. And says, "what would you have said if Boy came back from sleep over with Moustache". - I would have laughed then too. Mischief is Mischief. I'd far rather they were drawingt moustaches than drinking buckfast on the beach. (Not to self: Check tooli for mouth fresheners). Okay - so it was permanent marker, and the kids had to go to school on Monday with faint moustaches, but hey- It's skin. It grows back

As I drove round the town, i thought, what shall I blip. Then I remembered The Gran had advised that she was going for dinner tonight, on board her friends boat. Riff Raff. She was getting a run down, so I figured she'd be up for a photo, if not passed out.

I wasn't sure where the boat was, so I phoned from the quay side. Riff Raff is usually moored on an off-shore pontoon, but I smiled as I saw a hand reach out of the cockpit, and grab a handbag of a boat directly below me.

A few years ago, whilst disembarking from this same boat, but from it's off-shore mooring, to a dinghy, The Gran stepped on the side of the dinghy, lost her footing and went straight under. You know those videos that go around emails, with folk falling in - that was The Gran. In this case, her matey chops - The Ever Cheerful Don, Dived in to rescue her!! What the hell was he thinking! He couldn't find her. Reason being, when she went down, she went right under the boat, and came up the other side, where folk were pulling her out. Don went down several times trying to find her, and swallowing about a gallon of rancid water in the process. Poor Moira, Don's wife, left standing squealing from the side of the boat, not quite sure who she should be trying to rescue.

Result being, Don was off work quite sick, probably from the sea water. The Gran, had no major side effects, other than a couple of days later, a bruise came up - right across her chest and arms. She must have actually fallen down on the side of the boat, arms down and the hull left it's perfect imprint on the side.

So tonight, Don, looking after his own health obviously. has powered the boat over to the quayside where The Gran could Embark safely, with least damage being done to her, Don or the Boat!.

Oh Mother!