Bubble trouble

This tool kept a 3-nearly-4-year-old mostly entertained while her mother and I snatched snippets of chat in between the whooping and running around.

An early evening picnic in Cambridge, mindful of gluten, but gluttonous with everything else.

The final game was swinging around by the wrists and I went too fast and came away with that nauseating dizziness usually reserved for playground roundabouts. I had to spend the rest of the evening on a major go-slow, achieving very little.

In recent months I've become exceedingly feeble. I like to excuse it as harbouring something persistent with a tropical origin.