Too Short

A really good day.

Strictly speaking the day started off with me staggering back from the pub in the wee hours, but lets leave that aside for now...

An early, relatively hangover-free start saw me out in the park with the dog and Adam. Despite grumping about having to come out, Adam was great company, chatting away and playing with Jaffa. Sometimes it's hard to remember he's just eight. Matthew was playing a match, and although they lost, it sounds like they played really well. The same opposition hammered them earlier this season, so I think it was a tangible sign of the progress they've been making in recent weeks. Emma said it's the best she's seen them play.

In the afternoon we went to the beach. It's still crazily mild for this time of year. There were lots of hardy surfers in the sea, and the waves looked really good. Jaffa loves the beach and ran around like a loon. She's exhausted now - flat out in the kitchen. The evening light was beautiful.

Fish n Chips for tea.

Sometimes the weekend is too short.