Going 2

 Flumlet-minding solo today. We played on the swing until it began to rain, we wore holes in the carpet with  drove the new car  but mostly we turned pages of books and played putting-the-ball-in-and-taking-the-ball-out in between naps.

Consequently I didn't take any photos until I got home at teatime, to find the Contorted Hazel in the skip and a yellow line on the lawn.

It's progress, blippers, but not as we like know it.