Working

On international workers' day, we all worked rather hard. Conor had an all-day football tournament - so ran up and down in the baking sun all day. I meanwhile was working hard at being soccer mom, while not getting too grumpy as the sun gave me a terrible headache. The day had started with 3 degrees celsius and thick fog, so unsurprisingly I was a bit overdressed for the day. Still managed to get a very burnt nose to go with the headache.

Mr B plastered and K tidied her room. So busy all round. And possibly not the ideal way to celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary. When I got home, a neighbour had given Mr B some turnip seedlings, which had sat bare-rooted in our dining room all day. I didn't hold out much hope for them surviving, but felt obliged then to spend the last few minutes of daylight planting them - while getting bitten to death by the evening bugs. Not my favourite day, I have to say.