A Bank Holiday weekend seems to me to be the perfect way to get into the groove of half-term. Enjoying the small pleasures of being at home, like a posy from the garden.
To be enjoyed with the first local strawberries of the season.
Which, when I look at it here, all seems very tranquil and genteel. Snort. Believe me, not all the family enjoy their holiday time in the same way.
Both boys have new acquisitions to keep them amused. Some look fierce.
Don't judge me - when you take a child into a toyshop and tell him he can choose anything (within budget) his heart desires, you have to follow through. And besides, there is much unexpected pleasure to be found in shooting one's offspring.
In fact, I've been playing with the big 'un's toy too.
The choice of drums as an instrument for this child to learn has proved to be more perfect than even I'd hoped. He adores them. And he's teaching me too, which is an unexpected pleasure (even if he is a little bit patronising). And who knew drumming releases endorphins?