It has been a long hard day with rather a lot of things going on.

Spring might have sprung - children have been children again.

Running wild.

My mate says we have free range children here, room room and more room.

So with the weather set on OK they were outside.

So of course have we, so she has "sorted out the seed potatoes" whatever that means.

Noted the rhubarb has taken in the raised beds.

Really great to see the garlic has also. Brought some back from France and simply stuck it in the ground and it has made that ground it's own.

There is a little part of Wales that is forever Brittany...

Young P came home, a quiet and subdued version of P. I think maybe an interesting few weeks are in store.

But this evening we were off out for an hour of peace.

So we ambled down to a local that has live music, took in an interesting few numbers then went back to make sure Bethan had not murdered too many children.

Management drove us home home.

Now people in many places have driven Citroens.

Their suspension system must have been beyond mind blowing when it first came out.

It is still like cruising along a road on a magic carpet somehow immuned from the lumps and bumps that bother lesser mortals.

Of course sometimes management drives...

Now I know this is becoming a theme.

I think she has a mission.

Every car should be a Reliant with only three wheels on the floor at any time.

Except for those Dukes of Hazard moments when they have none at all....

I have discovered; I really, really want to live.

I am nearly becoming religious.

But I love her really.

Unless she says we are chopping more wood tomorrow.

R