Painting the walls

We all got a bit hot today, the youngest was in tears for a while as I insisted on him wearing a t-shirt as I wasn't very vigilant about sun cream yesterday, he disagreed with the idea of wearing a t-shirt and the offer of no t-shirt, then no playing outside.  He then spent about half an hour curled up on my lap (in a shirt) and feeling pretty sorry for himself. 

By the end of the day, I poured a sneaky G & T whilst the husband was out, which was rather delicious.  Phone call to the Zimbabwe grand-parents whilst I cooked dinner - and the boys were allowed to paint another wall as entertainment. I think we're going to need at least one coat of undercoat when we come to do the proper painting, and some serious words about wall painting never happening again!