June?! It'll soon be winter!

Weird Monday off. Dave took ill overnight coughing the house down while Sam got confused and got up at 5.30 am to play the computer thinking it was midday so I booted him back to bed. But eventually, after he woke up and transitioned from a lopsided haired teenage reprobate into a fully functioning human by having a shower then watching Jaws (who knew?), Sam and I went to Newburgh to go dune climbing and catch the best of the sunshine after the rain ran away.

He's happy, we saw loads of winged and finned beasts and a few bugs. And I got his teenage boy take on the WWII beach defence ruins as we walked through. All that thigh busting dune climbing was in vain though, as it was followed by an ice cream AND a doughnut.

Home tonight to have a very ill Tess go straight to sleep after school. Meanwhile, evidence of careering into old age continues:-

Exhibit A: I booked seated gig tickets, not standing tickets.
Exhibit B: I got irate at a poor soul in a call centre, because I've been without my mobile phone for two months now. I could be missing really important messages like, "You have one £1million pounds from a Nigerian prince but we just need your bank details", or even more pressingly, Thor might be texting to say it's "Hammer time".