I had a lot of trouble motivating my family on Saturday. With another day of sun I was keen to get them out the door for a walk or bike rideas I'm all too aware this weather, glorious as it has been for the last several weeks, will not last forever. Just as the wardrobes of Britain rearrange themselves into colour co-ordinated sundresses and kaftans, it will start to rain, the wind will blow and it won't stop until one Wednesday in August before resuming until next April. However, Rob, Scarlett and Flo decided it would be more fun lolling about in bed giggling. I left them to it and headed out with my sister, so we could fully embrace middle age. We were both giddy with excitement at the mention of a garden centre neither of us had yet explored. As we strolled around the vine section of the centre, aglow with the pleasure of the purchase of fresh produce from the adjacent farm shop, and with a freshly baked sausage roll in hand, we commented that we had now fully morphed into our Mum and Aunty Elieen. It would only be a matter of time before we contemplated a week together in Majorca, sans husbands and children, just as our ancestors had done.
On Sunday we were much more motivated, transferring my newly purchased fish into their new larger home. As well as the teeny, tiny minnows the girls gave me for my birthday we added a big black fish with googly eyes, we have named Moira, a goldfish, called Goldfinger and a zebra and leopard print fish we can't be bothered to name.
Then it was all hands on deck prepping lunch and the garden for lunch with Maggie, Popi and peggy and Christin and Ruby, a barbecue followed by a fresh batch of scones.
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