A rainy Sunday

I am a bit worried about T's foot. He has done something to a nail that has all but been pulled off at the base - too much information, perhaps, but that is life. If it were me, I'd put a plaster over it and forget about it until I was able to deal with it effectively. But because it is his and not mine, I just worry.

Today has been less successful, due in part to the weather, and in part to it being Sunday. T doesn't like Sundays. Also he is coming down with another cold - as am I, but I tend to shake things off pretty quickly.

The weather forecast was once again correct (for this neck of the woods, anyway), and when it wasn't threatening rain, it was in fact actually raining. And it was more action than threat.  Whilst the feeling of cool rain on hot skin whilst working hard is truly one of my favourite things, I am sure that work on the allotment today would have been reminiscent of the scenes in WWI films involving Ypres, or the Somme; just with less blood and more squirrels. And so the allotment has been left for another day - it's just such a bloody shame that the dark evenings mean that I can't work on it after I've finished at the office during the week. I leave work early on Fridays, but at the moment, I couldn't possibly do the digging without someone to watch over B. As wonderful as the allotment is, it is still full of extremely dangerous things for a toddler such as short stakes sticking up that could be easily fallen onto, or glass cold frames. It doesn’t bear thinking about.

After not going to the allotment, we spent much of the day at home, popping out only to go to our local Lidl. I can count on one hand the number of times I have been there, and I am always surprised at how good is is. We had steak this evening; reasonably priced, and it tasted like good meat though after T had cooked it for the same length of time as the fish fingers for B, the texture left a little to be desired (oh gods, I hope T doesn't read this - he'll never cook for me again)!

We also purchased a tub of duplo-type bricks for B to play with. He already has a few Thomas the Tank Engine bits and bobs that are made to fit with this sized brick, and we thought that he might enjoy having more to build with. Now, B is only a few days past two years old, and so we were not too surprised when his interest only went so far as putting together and breaking apart a couple of bricks at a time.  B did rather enjoy pushing trains and tractors through the simply enormous (what can only be described as a) triumphal arch* that T built for him.

T and B shared a bath that involved lots of bubbles both as foam, and blown using bubble mixture by me. B ate only the biscuit of a strawberry cheesecake that I presented to him as a sneaky way of getting him to ingest fruit and calcium (I really do despair). I had a long and supremely enjoyable bubble bath of my own.

And that about sums up today's events!

*Think Arc de Triomphe