Blustery day

It was also a hailstoney day but I chose to stay marooned at the end of the garden for that part. Rosie gets out of control excited on a windy day with so many leaves, bits if rubbish and sea foam flying about to chase.

Day of meetings and training (delivering thereof). And swimming lessons which end up with two non-Will cracked heads and tears. I soon put that right when we got home by shoving him head first into the wall. He has looked at me dolefully, clutching his head ever since.