Silence.  Not golden.
Quiet in our house suggests
mischief is afoot.

Parents' Evening,
Then yoga, then glass of wine
(or two) - feeling stretched...

A smashing birthday!
While searching for paper plates,
The fondue pot broke.

Neat and tidy now.
But LEGO and Playmobil
will soon reign supreme...

"OW!"  Boy kicks boot off.
Within, a gingerbread man,
Put there by baby...

Kim revelation:
"Actually, strawberries
taste quite nice, Mummy!"

While I blog, silence.
Later, when I kiss my son
he smells of cat food...

Hot, red, tired - lawn mown.
On my back, Angus snores. From
next door, "Alors, hnnnn?"

Angus eats pasteque.
(That's French for watermelon,
with less syllables.)