Rule of fifths?

Is there one?

Somehow, these things happen. Showers and tea and the odd cartoon, clothes and then coffee is taken by adults as wee ones scoot about the plaza. And somehow, food is gathered, bread bought in and the makings of a fantastic afternoon are assembled.

The girls descended on the mountain tops like the sun rose. With much avengeance and determination to make today a good one. And it was. Five adults became six with the addition of Tina from the other side of the mountains and another view on island life. Great stuff. The children skimmed stones, bashed each others' heads in, laughed uproariously, cried, ate something, got wet shoes, the usual stuff.

My bathroom still smells of sardines as I am trying to remove some of the black stuff from the grill. Maybe tomorrow morning it will make me smile a bit.

Love to Orisit xxx

And back blipped for yesterday!