En route (how many people use on route?) to Park Thursday, we queued in the Post Office to post Grandad's birthday card and present. We are buying him a trip in the Bournemouth Hot Air Balloon - as it's a tethered one. I tried to enclose a two pound coin in the card for him but Mum said no.
At the park, we played the usual Basket Attack with Darth Maul, a newcomer. Don't reckon he will return. We ate apples and brioche, so cultured are we. The Olds discussed pink bottie warmers, sleep habits and love bombing.
On the way home, en retour, I threw said pink bottie warmer into the road in front of the car and - yes I KNOW it was wrong - retrieved it. Mum shouted. Quite correctly. I'm still adorable though she said later.