intrepid explorer

off to feed the ducks and the 3 goslings or biddy geese - honk honk- as Alfie would say.

A quiet day at home stressing about nursery schools and all sorts. A bit rough but there you go, growing up is hard to do on both out parts. All these things we have to decide for him just seem too grown up for me.

When I was a little girl I once asked my Dad on one of our visits, what he was going to do when he grew up and and in his sixties he still (so he says) isn't there and doesn't know.

I now know where he is coming from, I don't know if it because S and I first started seeing each other when we were 18, so have been together 22 years now, that makes me feel so young/un grown up (if there is such a thing) or I am just seriously immature but all the things we have to do for A seem sooooo grown up and hard.

But a walk in the early summer evening by the canal meeting the geese and ducks, followed by a quick LSB and home make it all seem much better.

Saturday with the Franglais contingent of Beep Erz, Shree and the gorgeous girl from a couple of days ago is on the cards, so here's to relaxing over the bank holiday with a bit of pink fizz and good (if fried (another story) ) company.