What A Day

Not one of rest that is for sure.

I got a whole load of pictures together as hints, tips and ideas for somebody I am seeing on Wednesday to organise taking some pictures of them.

There was a visit from Bags and the tribe (isn't Squirrel's hair getting wavy and curly?) which coincided with a phone call from No1 -- anyone would think it was Father's Day!

I had said that I didn't want to know the sex of No1 son's expected offspring, however the cat had been let out of the bag by a friend of his on a social networking site. I didn't let on that I knew, but if I hadn't done before I certainly would have after it!
Foolish boy!

I have been gutting my wardrobe, drawers and anywhere else that I may have had clothes today.
There is no point in hanging on to stuff that is now too big for me.
I have also cleared out a load of stuff from the dining room (when you are on a roll you may as well keep going), so there has been a trip to the tip, one to the clothes bank and tomorrow there will be one to the charity shop.