I thought I would repeat the holiday selfie
The Prof ( note both Roger Moore Eyebrows are pinched) the Dowager Sorrel and me
Today is father's day
Having divorced parents means separate days and separate visits when on holiday, so today we are off to the Kent countryside for a mooch and a pub meal with Richard doing the driving.
We've picked the pub.....it has lamb scotch eggs on the menu...
The weather is just about to break and there is rain in the air. Unfortunately part of my shinbone resembles corned beef, from too much sun yesterday.
But I thought that at least I fitted in with the great blobs of burnt East End flesh on show on the sand.
I've just realised that Londoners don't seem to " do" full sunshine very well.
Yesterday Laura from somewhere in the midwest asked me if I was missing the animals and I must say that I have not.
I havent because, like the mother of five toddlers who has got an unexpected pass out to a local bar for the first time, it's just wonderful to be able to rest your mind and energy and not worry about something four legged or feathered.
The animals are all in good hands.
Over the last few days I have watched overwrought parents trying to cater for demanding scraps of children 24/7.
It looks a thankless task.
Tantrums and tears, worries over drowning, sunburn, accidents, bad behaviour, and "I've told you before get off that friggin harbour wall" looks and feel exhausting!
I didn't envy many of those harassed and tired faces, so in need of a quiet child free holiday of their own.
I have the right idea.....farm your kids out to kind neighbours, loving friends, supportive family and failing that bung em in a high security home for the bewildered for 20 quid a night!
You can always keep up to date on what's happening over facebook!
Over a perfectly relaxing cup of coffee!
Winnie in her pristine holiday home!
White furniture and floor with bulldogs?