Came down this morning to discover that the house had been taken over in the night (my son -back from uni in Northern Ireland). It seems that even when you return by plane with a luggage limit, it is possible to bring back all your washing.
The morning was taken up with a hospital check-up for my husband. Waiting, I realised that the people around me were really rather pre-occupied and would probably prefer not to hear from me, so I kept quiet.
My lovely friend and her 5 year-old daughter arrived later and we went in search of Afternoon Tea. We took turns playing follow-the-leader down the road, competing to see who could do the daftest walk or repeat the silliest thing. It's brilliant being a kid.
Tea and cake , naturally, were yummy and we then popped into the toy shop to spend a few pennies. I Told the lady, whilst the others browsed. Unfortunately the rain had started and we tried running, but eventually gave up and accepted that we looked like drowned rats. People with umbrellas saw us and chuckled (obviously the rain was not such a surprise for them).After bundling into our PJs, my long-lost-son texted me. Earlier we had had a mother-son discussion when I insisted (stop me, please) that his washing would dry better outdoors, he disagreed, so we bet on it. His text said that I owe him - how did I know it was going to rain?
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