Big sky

East Lothian still has those big views then. Up early (alarms and everything) to get Conor to football training, on the soggiest pitch. As Mr B commented: his French team would definitely have cancelled training. He seemed to have a lot of fun and we managed a bit of shopping and a quick stroll to the beach where Katherine did her best to almost but just not quite fall in a rockpool.

Mr B then selflessly headed off to Fife to do some more painting in the house while I lazed about in front of the Olympics, scouring the papers for anything I might not have read yet. I really do miss the weekend papers in France - I do buy one there from time to time but it takes me weeks and weeks to get through it, so reading British papers is a real treat.

Conor was then off to a sleepover (his first proper one I think) though a series of forgetting things (Oatibix and Doggy) has shown me up as an amateur mum!