Ben

Ben had an 'incident' at lunchtime, so I had to cheer him up with a cake before we got home and he told me all. It took him a while. He said "It's like sortng papers" when trying to describe how he was organising his thoughts. I guess this shot is of him filing things away.

It turned out to be one of the usual stories, boys being boys, sliding tackles and how a couple of years can make a big difference. No permanent injuries to body or pride I hope, but a lot of growing up is going on right now.

Mrs Pepperpot had her operation yesterday, and it seems she is perky and doing well. They must be built of the same tough stuff.

EDIT. We had a lovely walk home from footie this evening