Terrace

Mr B really knows how to launch a weekend: icy Pimms on the terrace.

Earlier, after my best night's sleep in about a month, the market, a long lunch, sewing a present for my Mam and the Olympics. Later, picking the first sweetcorn (omg: so delicious that TallGirl says she will never eat shop bought again) bbq and CarbBoy's first chilli. He tried a peppercorn and was fine so on that basis thought he could go straight to our hottest dried chilli. He couldn't. I stepped out when Mr B started playing 'Ring of Fire'. I think there are some father-son chats that I can skip....

The kids formed a gang today. One of the neighbour kids is making an issue of them not being French, all of a sudden, so they are taking the sensible option of just ignoring all that and keeping away from him. So they have a gang of two. Though I'm annoyed at our neighbour, I'm really appreciating the tranquility that comes from having my kids together against the world.