The week that was . . .

Half term is over, the holiday came and went, and now it's just me and Woman's Hour again . . . phew! As much as I love a bit of a change I also love it when things go back to the same: being at home by myself is a ruddy dream. Earlier this week we were at the beach in Dunkirk, climbing pillboxes.It was actually a little bit warm and we even swam in the sea. Now home, eating pea soup and swimming in nothing but rain. Some little ornaments on Jack's desk - the best duck pencil sharpener, a lucky hag stone and a worry doll made by Rosalie.

Some plants ready for the stall. Special socks for Jack found at the market, proper swanky posh, still with the price on . . . they cost a whopping 75 pence back in the day.And a bouquet of Sweet Williams for my boy too . . . a nice bunch of Willies. Guffaw, snort, snicker.
I'm on Facebook now, come friend me, it's not that bad actually - though it is the ugliest site in the world.