Square meal (and toes)

Lazy day. After last night's session discussing funeral plans (it was so much more fun than it sounds...), we were all a little slow to get going. We had struck a late night deal with a bunch of cheeky children that there was to be no noise before 10am... And they were obligingly compliant. For reasons that remain lost in the mists of red wine, I got up at 9 to make sure the kids stuck to the deal, needlessly as it turns out.

Later, our hosts popped off for re-provisioning while J played some smooth tunes to wake Mr B from whisky-fuelled slumbers. There was swimming, then lunch. While the kids popped off for a quiet hour reading (which stretched to 3 hours) the grown ups napped, sat around and generally did very little.

Now chicken is heading towards the BBQ and, as you can see, nibbles have arrived. Cocktails too and since I am *still* drinking my pre-cocktail-hour cocktail, I'd better get back to it before the mocking starts.