IronMan

Another very hot day round here.  After watering the garden this morning (too many biting flies now for evening watering) off to the market. The rest of the day was mostly chat, Tour de France (oh my, too fast, I was screeching at every corner - never mind Froome's tyres), ribs for dinner and a West Wing marathon up to the season 2 finale.

Two firsts:  CarbBoy learned ironing (pictured) and in a delightful burst of competitive siblinghood, TallGirl then did a bunch of her ironing, leaving me free to lounge on the sofa eating haribos.  Second first: a pun from TallGirl that even Mr B was proud of ('slate of emergency' - you had to be there really, but I'm sure Mr B thinks forcing TallGirl to read Hemmingway is having an effect - since that's what they were discussing at the time...)