The Swing

Today was the day of my Grandmother's funeral. Not the best way to start a weekend but it was a nice service and family and friends came together to celebrate a life rather than mourn one. The wake was fun, if that's the right word, largely thanks to Finlay joining us and running amok. Once again he was oblivious to the goings on and cheered everyone up. In the afternoon I rewarded him with a trip to the swings.

I had hoped to get the bike out in the afternoon when the boys had their nap but Finlay decided he wasn't going to bother. Plan B was to have a quick ride once they'd gone to bed. Well I've just put Finlay down and the heavens have opened! Typical. Fate is conspiring against me.