Torn

I had to leave Little A snoring in bed this morning and hoped to get someone to give Ben a lift to footy. Only when we got to the meet up point there was no one there. They had all left half an hour earlier. Ben had been given the wrong time (or something like that..) So I had to race all the way to Santa Ponsa and then back straight away before Little A knew or cared he was alone. He didn't care it seems, but has been in pjs all day. Ben's team won and then we sort of joined him on the sofa. Sort of in that I shifted a load of wood at risk of limb and a few hernias in the pouring rain (exhilirating) and then did some more work before cheating with lunch. We had to miss K's birthday party unfortunately, but we'll make it up soon. Little A is waving his legs in the air (which reminds me of another story), so I guess he's ok, but I think we all needed a bit of time out (in).

This is from my post lunch walk in the very rainy garden. I think it must be a hommage to my and Ben's little friend whom we met on the way to Santa Ponsa. A grasshopper had somehow clamped itself to the side of the car window and managed to hang on for nearly an hour at speeds of up to (cough cough) 120 kmph on the motorway. On the glass! And he had a back leg missing! No wonder, with that kind of daredevil attitude. I was very sad when he decided to turn into the wind and whoosh he was gone. Maybe he knew what he was doing..