A friend was in London for the day yesterday so extended his trip and stayed with us last night. We ate our weight in burritos and drank funny East London ale and laughed.
This morning the boys went in search of bacon, leaving me to the peace of the flat.
We struck gold in my favourite Oxfam shop, had milkshakes in a new diner, and a late lunch in an old favourite. We went to the city farm and named a cheeky little sheep who was eating my bag James. Because giving animals proper people names is too much fun.
There was a rainbow.
And I even had a nap.
This is what Saturdays should always be like.