Naked Lunch

Okay, okay... Semi-naked tea, then (artistic licence, you know).

We had a barbecue (of sorts) and at 7pm Tess was still too hot to wear her t-shirt. She got herself at the table before anyone else was ready and started eating. Just as well. It's painful watching her eat.

Yet again my plan for a family meal was foiled by a missing eldest teen. 2nd teen, Joel, went to the beach for a paddle on his board and came back starving and ate enough for 2 though.
Yet again my Mum thought she might come and see us and didn't. She's still struggling terribly without my dad - after 3 years - and often can't sleep until morning. She cancels her visits so often because she sleeps all day or simply feels too ill. She doesn't want solutions just patience and understanding so that's what I hope I provide.

I thought this was just a warm-up shot and I would be taking more photos later but then I remembered the adorable farce that is Eurovision and plumped for tat over creativity.

There's a strong smell of warm poo emanating from the dog, who escaped twice today - the second time to play basket ball with some young lads (the first time presumably to roll in poo). It's far too hot to actually be the UK at the moment, so I must be somewhere else. I've had a few glasses of red and Eurovision is just plain odd so everything sounds and smells and feels a bit weird right now.

Not as weird as Naked Lunch though. That's REALY weird. My sister made me and Richard watch that at the cinema in Barnstaple about 20 years ago. I wasn't ready... Nor were the other 2 people in the cinema.