Another les Mis. . .

. . . Classic on B G T !

No point fighting it, until Miranda gets going on the new generation game, it's what Saturday nights are made of!

Mums wardrobe doors ready for painting this morning, great afternoon at the allotment in the sun, with three generations at one point !

Em spent a Saturday evening with us for the first time in a while, which was nice.

Classic conversation over dinner with the Smiths, on the distance from ground level to space, or more precisely where you can see the curve of the earth? How many feet in a kilometre? Me, like a chicken playing chess that won't concede defeat? But knocks over the pieces and claims victory anyway!?!

Cheeky little . . .