It’s very rare that I manage a day doing nothing much. Usually my days are filled with work, work and then perhaps some more work on top of that and a bank holiday weekend really is a thing of the past these days as Sunday and Monday are a work write off. However, Dear Reader, I am not whinging (no really I’m not) and so to make up for the lack of BH pleasure, I managed to squash a day of nothing in. My brother and his wife and their son came down from London yesterday and I kidnapped borrowed the Smallest Baby Girl and we had a day out.
After a sumptuous repast we went to the beach (more to assuage my overeating guilt than anything else) and despite the fact that a. it was blowing a hooley and b. it’s scooter rally weekend here and there were brazilians of folks on the roads, we had a lovely time.
There was throwing stones in the sea (first locate your stone)
Phew! Thank goodness she’s stopped
And then it was time to hitch a life home on Grandad’s shoulders
I was asleep on the sofa by 9 o’clock. Completely knackered. Amazing how doing nothing can be so exhausting!