It's the evening that the clocks go
Just after 5am this morning, circa 90 minutes earlier that 'normal' wake up time, taking into the account the clock changes, a little face appears at the door. No milk or talk of bedtime is convincing this one she's going back to bed. Infact she's like a Duracell bunny who's eaten 3 sherbet dipdabs for breakfast. Marvellous.
The consequence of this was that by the time the clock said 8am the morning had felt exceedingly long and my brain was already confused as to what was actually going on. Activities were needed. Here follows a huge photo dump.
Activity 1: Bake off
Between daddy and daughter. Daddy is the official baker in this household. E's first experience of baking, and in nothing but a nappy, and daddy still in his pjs. And the biscuits are delicious. Aaaaaaand they cleaned up after themselves.
|Don't forget your hired help to clean up your biscuit crumbs!|
Activity 2: Autumn walk
In light of the fact that it was sunny, despite the weather forecast I decided that we needed to get out a) because E had new shoes to test drive and b) because it's highly unlikely we'll be going anywhere in the storm tomorrow. So we popped down to the boating lake and collected leaves and acorns, shouted at the ducks and explored their almost empty park. I couldn't quite fathom why on such a lovely day the park was so empty. It seemed that the rest of town knew what was about to happen. Hats and coats and camera and bag of acorns are dumped on a bench while I'm being pulled down slides that my backside doesn't fit on and then out of nowhere a precursor for tomorrow appears. The sky turns black, the winds pick up to the point where E can't stand up and it buckets down. Marvellous.
And by the time we got home, it was blissfully sunny again.
|Oh. One for sorrow. Sigh.|
Our afternoon was, thankfully, non eventful and normal service has resumed.
Stay safe in the adverse weather folks and see you on the other side!