Growth

Long day. Once all the Easter chocolate was rammed in the cases, off to the airport with the unexpected addition of Mr B. If course that meant leaving at his chosen time not mine, which meant a stressful just-in-time journey for me.

A crazy landing at Carcassonne (chicanes and then a scream-inducingly firm thump down onto the tarmac) has TallGirl vowing to never fly again.

Home to the massively overgrown garden (in two weeks trees have grown from invisible to my height) and to the sad sight of a tank of dead tadpoles. Lots of discussion over the past few days of a pet for CarbBoy: we'll need to be more careful about which neighbour we leave in charge...