We are back from our stay at my sister's in rural Buckinghamshire, and we had a lovely time. We got to spend time with family, and the weather made it feel like we were really on holiday.
There are photos (later) but I'm starting by showing my enthusiasm for the London 2012 Olympics - I am genuinely looking forward to it all!
Yeah, where the hell is my invitation to joing Team GB's Posing squad?
They don't know what they are missing. I'm Gold Medal standard.
I enjoyed the opening ceremony last night, despite not really expecting to, I loved all the music, and actually laughed out loud at the Queen parachuting in with James Bond (although we were on to our second bottle of wine by then, which may have influenced things a little...) Made me consider that there must be a sense of humour behind that rather grim royal facade after all.
Eldest stayed up to watch the whole thing, testing her parents' geographical knowledge by asking where various countries are (err... Nauru? Palau? Sorry, kid, look in the Atlas!) and singing along enthusiastically with Sir Macca.
My little Olympians decided swimming was their sport of choice, governed entirely by the fact that my sister's beautiful house has a swimming pool in the garden.
We went to Cogges Farm in Oxfordshire for a picnic in the orchard and to check out the animals.
How inviting is this gateway?
Beautiful Oxfordshire stone farm buildings.
The cow shed has been converted into a cafe.
Despite all the bunting and the Mind your head signs on every low beam, OH still managed to whack his head...
Bear of very little brain.
My abiding memory of childhood family picnics on a Sunday afternoon is my mum choosing a church to visit, and my dad lying down and going to sleep on the picnic blanket. Seldom Seen Kid has the manly pose down pat. I wonder if it's genetic?
Hmm... I appear to have become my mother, here we are at Winslow church (where I was christened).
Stripey t-shirt, belt and bracelets (charity shopped)
Bathing beauty skirt (Ebay) - last seen here
Sunnies (darling Sarah)
Surely the Synchronised Swimming team must need me?
I'm right here waiting!
PS. No film of the performance, but we loved Sheffield's own Arctic Monkey's version of Come Together, and I heartily approve of Alex's hair cut! Which would please him no end, I'm sure...