The castle, the boy and the stick

Only a bit of a castle and that stick is more of a tree trunk. The boy is still my boy though, despite his best efforts to drive me insane.

Farmers market for top bargains, cafe for sausage and bacon sandwiches both with my mum and boy. Suddenly realised we could let Rosie run around the castle on the way home so did that.

Home for cooking and some sitting down with the hilarious nonsense that was the Bros programme, the papers and my book.

No real idea where Daisy is, last seen about 7 last night. Apparently “everyone is out” this weekend.