Pitchfork

Gorgeous sunny day today. Kids in a good mood. Picnic in the park. Fun on the bikes (milo on his new isla bike, summer on Milo's old bike girlified with stickers and a princess bell). Jobs here and there. We got back home about 5.30 and Milo burst into tears saying *I just wanted to have dinner in a pub*. We all agreed so piled of in the car to the second-but-one local for scampi and chips and the like. Perfect.