You Hum It, Son.

We all slept in this morning which was a nice change. D was quite late back from his gig. I had a nerve wracking evening waiting for Poppy to get back from a friends house out In the sticks. Her friend's mum was picking them up and they were driving home in torrential rain. They were an hour later than they said they would be because the friends mum got lost. Poppy didn't answer her phone or any of the texts I sent her so I was imaging every horrific scenario possible.

Today has been a pretty laid back day in comparison. We have walked the dogs and I did a couple of hours work while the boys watched the Grand Prix.

D cooked this evening and Alfie taught him something on the guitar which they are apparently playing at Hendstock.

And another weekend draws to a close.