Competitive!

A morning of painting and arty fun - and we had a competition for colouring in. Guess who won the prize? But then her parents arrived home so she was shuttled off back to them. Well, they were home in body. 
And then I fancied a spot of light gardening, the sort of thing that occupies a couple of hours without any discernible result. And I read the papers, but now that old Sir Keir has taken the helm there seems to be less flimflam. Hardly worth reading if it’s entertainment you’re after. I mean, there’s the Olympics but, if I may revert to type for a moment, who in their right mind would watch that? Skateboarding and synchronised canoe dancing. There’s even a surfing competition conveniently taking place in some French Caribbean paradise. Give us a break. Rubbish! When does the boxing start? Get the GMP in there to give the hoodlums a thrashing then we’ll all feel better. Whoops!