Fighting the goblin army

It was rainy and blowing a gale at 8:30 this morning, I decided I didn't need to find out what form Will's tennis lesson would take in such weather and went to the gym instead. Then straight out to Brighton, collecting my mum and dad en route (sort of collecting, we got out of our car and into my dad's) to drop Will at another shooty party. We all went to Primark, a first for my dad who I think, it is fair to say, was not overwhelmed. Daisy "needed" new t shirts for her upcoming school trip, apparently with pugs, cat in jewellery and sunglasses and a parrot on.

Will has found something to spend his birthday money on - he is now playing x box games with Jimmy and Jimmy's friends through the magic of his new headset. He is currently coordinating these small boys in Buckinghamshire to gather their drills and pick axes to go and fight the goblin army. We are all agreed that the repeated instructions thus are far less annoying than stampy bloody longnose you tube videos.

And that's it - tomorrow is light packing for Daisy's trip and some sitting down. Nice.