Saturday 22nd July

Did a runner quite early on out to the Hyper Trebol with Lucy to get some bits I conveniantly forgot yesturday to get a bit of space from the endless racket which now eminates from my house during the hours of daylight. Everything appears to be acted out in a grand drama style, and even something as trivial as fetching a bag from upstairs can be awarded an oscar for best (or is that worst!)leading child actress.
Went round the pool for the afternoon, while Hop escaped to play football. The plan was for the girls to go too, but they decided to come with me. Thankfully Ellen was there with her kids so they had somebody to play with. Let them stay up late in the hope that they sleep in tomorrow, and even my little Mooker kept her peepers open until 9.30, whilst we watched Home Alone for the billionth time. I was exhausted by 10.30, and was going to stay up to see the end of Billy Elliot but ended up sliding off to my pit too.