Touched

Tidying up the bedroom I noticed Smithski and Jack seemed to be undertaking some bizarre ritual at the bottom of the garden. Anyhow, once I'd averted the children's eyes it meant I had my blip before the six hours sat in the car.

Dragged Mrs S round to the local to recover only to discover a couple of scousers wanting to discuss the latest ins and outs at Anfield.

Just had a text from a pal suggesting a bike ride tomorrow which sounds ideal so long as we are back in time to watch Froome cruise through Paris.