End of the Season

A fantabulous weekend was had by all, in spite of DH having read my last blog post; I told him he was free to start his own and say whatever he wanted about me ... within reason. It'll never happen.

Destructo Boy and three friends went to the matinee at the cinema to see Space Chimps 2; DH's bet was that there'd be a minimum of one poop joke: there were none. What a wasted opportunity. The tickets cost DH £5 all together; the popcorn and fizzy pop, over £16 ... but how can you not buy it for a bunch of 5 year olds ?

Nanny arrived, and took the kids to their favorite place, Christchurch Park, for the afternoon while DH and I ran up to B&Q for some winter bedding: a tray of 18 primulas, 6 cyclamen, 6 heathers, and an ornamental sedge (so potbound I could divide it into 3 plants), all for a mere £9: everything was in the reduced section, and at B&Q it usually means that either someone only forgot to water the plant, or it has finished flowering ....

Sunday, after Destructo Boy had ripped and torn his way through his stash of gifts, which included his tickets to see ITFC play, a pogo stick, a Kung Zhu Battle Hamster, a metal detector (a huge hit) and the Ferrari steering wheel for the PS2, we went to check out a potential place/group for Destructo Boy to go play football. We have 3 other possible groups, all kindly suggested by John Potter of Ransomes Sports Club, which we'll check out by phone this week.

I have planted the winter bedding, the summer bedding is all in the recycling bin, so now the patio is looking kinda empty and sparse ... a small trough of cut-and-come-again lettuces, a chilli plant, and the lemon verbena is all that remains of the summer ....







































The sun is out, but there is a chilly breeze ....