Weekend

To conclude the round of anniversaries, it was husband's birthday. We held a little soiree at our house in his honour, much, I should think, to the disgust of our neighbours. Try as we might, 13 people in one house plus a cat equals possibly more noise than we usually make. To offset it a little, we headed for the beach/park as often as possible: to play football, to sunbathe and, on the Saturday evening, to sit around a driftwood fire drinking rum.

(as an aside - when sleeping in this warm weather, I think a soft vintage sheet and vintage blanket is possibly the nicest feeling, especially when your blanket smells a little like childhood camping holidays).