Hard at play

A morning at the swimming pool was followed by a gloriously bright afternoon hard at play.

The CEO did more breadths than me in the pool. So he had the choice of what to do next.

Swings it was. Then back to the "office" for some good-old-fashioned play. Lego. We built a fire station, a police station and a, erm, Rastafarian retreat.

Then we commandeered every single cushion in the house and built the biggest den you could imagine. Even daddy could have fitted in it. If he was allowed. Well, almost.