Sisyphus and sunshine

It was sunning today.

With the dependable inevitability of an England semi-final penalty shoot out, out came the sun on a Monday. Maybe it's not really that inevitable, it's just that I'm feeling a little cynical.

I had the afternoon off to look after the tribe while Mrs Robot does her valiant best bringing new lives into the world.

Glorious sunshine cast some light on the never-ending task of climbing the vast, wobbling, pants/knickers/socks mountain that stretches into the ether from our top landing. I've not seen its foothills in five years.

There's nothing like sun-dried smalls to make you feel invincible.