I had to pick my daughter up from school today and the walk into the village was glorious. Saw a few roadies en route and decided I'd be out with them come the afternoon.
It was therefore a bit depressing to be woken in darkeness on the sofa by my youngest daughter who's saying (loudly) "Mummy says you've been asleep for 4 hours and you've got to get up". Damn. Blast.
I think calling in for a pub lunch on the way home may have been my downfall. But *4* hours? Here's hoping the weather holds.
