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I wasn’t supposed to be here and the SK had planned a big day of fun with the minky. But on the previous day JH had called in and we’d looked at the west coast weather and decided to delay a few days. So here I was, a spectator in the carefully curated grandadless minky day. 
Starting at Porty Library with a reading for the under fives. Except it was a sing along. Loved it. Then to Tumbles awhile before the picnic on the beach. Except that last activity took place indoors due to unforeseen accidents, which can happen.
And then there was planting out of flowers - well, scattering of seeds in a couple of pots and a little patch of the new garden. And finally, The Chronicles of Narnia - though the wee minx had been watching back at her own place and was away ahead of us. We watched it anyway. 
Then off to meet the chums, whilst the SK wilted on the sofa. And she didn’t even wait up for me as I returned sometime in the small hours. Shocker! Too much minky.