all roses

and madness. It was a glorious day after some rain overnight, a lie in and fun to be had. Ben has gone off for the night to see his dad who come over for a week. He couldn't play for the first match of the season for reasons too ridiculous and bureaucratic to be bothered with. We had a bit of anger about it, but what's the point? As foreigners in this country, even after ten years of total living here, we are still made to jump through hoops, usually at the last minute and with an impossible task. Ben had a swim to get rid of it all and took it in good humour. I am still a bit cross but...

Little A is intent on tormenting P and we are having a ball. The roses are out in the garden just waiting to be picked. Much better than washing up.