Good morning. Little mister and I are sitting on our deck, all rugged up, pondering the universe. Actually little mister got a bit sick of Mum's deep ponderings and went and fetched his Nintendo after about 10 minutes. We are hoovering down delicious jam drops (made lovingly by Annie) and breaking every breakfast rule there is.
After such a rainy, stormy start to the weekend yesterday morning, it's a glorious day here today. Still too early for a good photo of 'duck' ....but I tried. Lots of runners are out this morning. There is a running club that meets further down the river every Sunday. They do the 'morning loop' past my place EVERY Sunday, rain, hail or shine. Maybe I should join them?... it's just down the road.
We went to the shed and had lots of fun as you can see. Trying to keep our mind off the absent brother. Little one is doing well. I had a lovely friend over, for drinks and cheese on the deck, and then little one and I snuggled on the couch and watched back to back episodes of Dr Who.... as you do.
Ghost town... no more early morning 'lappers'.... or happy frolicking families.
If you are wanting to buy into the complex, don't believe the blurb about the 'heated pool'!
Well, we're going to try to brave the pool today. The centre managers switched off the pool heater as the place was a hive of activity on weekends, with children squealing with delight and families enjoying the facilities. Now it is a ghost town, just the way they like it. Nice and quiet. No signs of life. As my big boy says, 'retirement village style'. So we're going to brave the freezing cold and do a bit of squealing ourselves. Rebels.
Brian says hello!
(I know, I shudder too)