Toilet Lasagne and monster ganja

Last time it was Wednesday Park and it rained, everyone came back to ours for Lego and weapons. As is the way, we're all engrossed in our playtime activities so when nature calls, we run to the toilet and run back so as not to miss anything. So when Jof got home we'd all been, but nobody had flushed, for that takes time. A layer of this, and a layer of toilet paper. A layer of that, and a layer of toilet paper. A layer..... toilet lasagne. Lots of fun for the adults.

In a town 100 miles north of my position Police confiscated a giant cannabis plant from the garden of an elderly couple. They'd bought it at a car boot sale and assumed it was a shrub. It grew into a nice garden-filler with pleasant bushy foliage, would have been fun when they put it on the bonfire at the end of the season.

Today it didn't rain so we all met at the park. Ben arrived with a monster which cost him £10 and is very large and gruesome. The JBs arrived with a football, and their Dad took us all off to play on the triangle green near the swingpark. We all tried crossing the monkey rings without touching the ground but my arms aren't strong enough.

Then the entire Pops Clan arrived, the 4 kids and the Mum, supermodels all. I haven't seen the pulchritudinous Pops for ages.

Bob has a skateboard on which he tried manfully: Ben has one but hasn't used it yet so we all had a go. There were some sulks during the performance, mostly he's not letting me take the penalty kick or similar, nothing new there. Once dusk fell and the teenagers took over the asylum, we wandered home and I made a cardboard landscape with a movable ice monster.