Happy half hour

It's that moment before bedtime on Sunday night, when it's suddenly really important to squeeze out every last second of fun before some rotten old adult tells you to go to bed and read a book.

It's the time in the week we're most likely to find Tom and Sal romping like puppies, in and out of each other's rooms, giggling over something that they could have played with at any time over the last 48 hours, but they've only just got to it now, 'and it's reeealy reeealy important. Just five more minutes and we promise we'll go Straight To Bed!'


Nice day today:
Tom had a Quasar party
Sal had gym
Jamie had to work
So Grace and I went shopping in Bromley
I bought some clothes for work
Roast chicken for supper
And family tv: The Jump. Our guilty pleasure.