A God you can Believe in

When I woke up (0900) it was just Jof and I again so we didn't hurry and didn't do anything. Ben summonsed me for quiet play to help him come down from his football high so once the car was back, I commanded a lift round to his and we started on Lego. Sometimes simple people need simple days.
At the Halloween party he did his new trick of going around with his sticking-up willy out making the Mummies laugh. OK, so it's not a new trick and it was actually a plastic finger with a nail through it, but the thought was there. Perhaps I'd better become a lawyer so I can earn a living getting him off charges of indecent public exposure.
We filmed Tours-Of-The-House on his Mums' phone until the battery ran out and then made 'Sprites' on a program called Scratch which his Mum reckons she wrote the code for. It makes blatty vine-style clips with strobing colours in funny shapes that you design yourself. Ben is quite flash at it but I had a decent go too.
Eventually I had to go (only 3 hours?) and we saw many fireworks, must be nearly time to remember a political assassin. Bath fizzer night ensued, bed for approx. 2325, still babbling.