Our happy holiday mood continues.
A walk in the park was forcibly squeezed in between torrential showers this morning. I met a lovely old friend and we managed an efficient picnic despite the four-seasons-in-an-hour weather. This little Moorhen family charmed our small girls.
My daily pre-dinner scavenge in the garden hinted at a turn in the season. We have had no summer to speak of but there are whispers of Autumn approaching.
I thought Husband was daft when he insisted on planting cultivated blackberries but it turns out to have been a genius move. Our bramble is thorn-free and produces abundant, huge, juicy berries.
After a protracted delay (her birthday is in April), Teenage Daughter’s birthday present arrived in the post today. To cut short an epic saga, Amazon compensated her for the delay by sending us this amplifier for her electric ukulele.
It’s a substantial upgrade from the little mini-amp that I ordered for her. Teenage Daughter is ecstatic; the neighbours, I’d imagine, less so.
Where’s Me Jumper? turns out to be a classic loved equally by the Youth Of Today and their Aged Parents. We didn’t see that coming, did we?