mixed bag

No gaps. The odd blank, occasionally after the five-day edit limit passes, occasionally for other reasons. More phonecam oh-it'll-have-to-do and the odd still extracted from a handlebar-cam. Whatever fills the space.

As others have noted, there was little jazzy or blue about a lot of the stuff happening around the gardens. The wingpiglet had been promised banging and dancing and duly witnessed some. He'd also been promised some trains but had to make do with the odd glimpse seeing as the scaredycooncil had closed off the glass-sided train-observing bridge behind the bandstand. His morning snottiness drifted into a cough throughout the day, possibly worsened by his nap being cut short by the bloke who chose to stop right next to me to turn round and bark at his misbehaving child whilst I was waiting outside a shop for Nicky to buy some lunch-foods. He still managed some impressive clambering around a swing-park on the way home and seemed nicely pleased with the heavily-discounted toy wheelbarrow we chanced across on the way home, which was able to be transported back out of his eyeline by bungeeing it to the back of his buggy.