Thursday, 31 March 2011

Calamité, Nudité, Senilité

kid eaten by a dinosaurLife is just a whirlwind of confusion and social calendar appointments.

The afternoon threatened further rain so no football today: instead Ben came round to save me from the giant dinosaur (here he is trying to prise open its mighty jaws and save my fingers for posterity) and I went round to his house for play and home-made food. This free time means Bud can repot my pumpkins.
We watched the chipmunk film again, but kept our disrobing to socks only.
I can now play most of a game of spider solitaire on my own.

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