It is 7.30 in the morning and I’m the only one up and about. I don’t expect to see the kids for ages yet, especially as Max and his mates were still up at 3.30 and only went to bed then after stern words from Mrs Parrot.
The latter isn’t too good — she managed to put her back out and graze her cheek while demonstrating how good yoga is for you. I’ve decided to decline her invitation to join her at the Monday evening lessons. I don’t do extreme sports. Instead I take her up a cup of tea in bed. Think about re-joining her, but the dog has pinched my place.
Meanwhile, the sky is grey and the rain falls steadily. The weather forecasters predict a possible ground frost tonight. So no barbeque then. Happy Daddy’s Day!