The joys of the ordinary

I'm in a coffee shop with the papers and my notebook whilst Anna dances her way through ballet, tap and modern*. I left Carl murmuring about getting up soon from the depths of duvet land and J in the garden kicking a ball about. I'm assuming at some point some homework will get done. I have half an hour before my hair appointment. After which we'll all meet up on the Terrace** to purchase supplies for the weekend. Then home for lunch and an afternoon of nothing much at all.

In other words, a very ordinary Saturday. With all the long weekends and school holidays it feels like a really long time since the last one. Which is ironically making this ordinary one feel very special.

Lesley x


*or model as she insists on pronouncing it.

**row of shops near us