Fancy and I have been cultured and also got lots of healthy exercise by walking in the fresh air.
Then we stopped for food and stuffed our faces.
("Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkke" says Fancy) Now we are eating Malteasers. I shall pretend they are grapes being dropped into my mouth by HBFs.
Weather turned out rather pleasant here in the end, after the rain it just got better through the day. I get motion sickness in hammocks though, so I shall stick with lugging deck chairs in and out when I want to sit down and chill out. Or the sofa.
Stupid Cat has colonised Fancy's lap and is purring her tiny head off. And wondering if she can have Malteasers too.
[clover] for exam-bound mini-wenches. None of that nonsense here this year, thank goodness.