To stop myself from singing the same woeful tune about single parenting (at least it's only three days this time), here are some photos from the weekend. We gardened, we ate pub lunch (twice!), we walked by the towpath and ate blackberries off the bushes, we played in the sunshine. It was good.
[Humuhumu blowing bubbles, harmonica-style.]
It's a good thing Telstar can't see you flirting with his sworn enemy, Humuhumu.
Humuhumu doesn't like it when the strimmer is being used and she can't see Dada wielding it.