
There was a lot of 'Electrical Disturbance' but it wasn't a Terminator landing, it was lightning.
It was bright sunshine when we got back so I said I'd do Park Thursday without a shirt and we met the usual suspects in a bar on 9th Avenue. OK, in the park.
We did start off with throw-the-bouncy-ball in strange ways with Harry, but then we remembered the climbing trees and played bases and dens when the teenagers weren't in there. There was an epic dogfight which brought all the kids to the yard and Harry had to go home when his kid brother vomited copiously.
We feasted on the Jaffa cakes I always bring and we ignored the persistent rain ("I see no drips") until the parents reached saturation levels and I took Ben back to mine for TV - there wasn't enough time for Lego. 17 minutes? Not good enough.
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