Can I just apologise in advance to the people that have been trying to read this blog only to find it completely changed every time they refresh? It’s my fault. I’m having one of those days when I’m just not feeling this post and feel the urge to log back in and change it every two seconds. Bear with me, I’m nearly there.

So I have to admit to being almost as intensely boring as I usually am in Ireland, the only difference being that there is slightly less mud involved. We’ve done a bit of shopping , it being the Disreputable One’s birthday shortly - no, I can’t tell you what we got, he might read it. Oh, and I also acquired the most luscious pair of fuchsia pink Hunter wellies you’ve ever seen (just because it’s muddy, there’s no excuse for being dull) and visited the Clarins counter at Debenhams (well, one must, mustn’t one), obtaining a new Multi Matte Something-or-other for my shiny forehead.

The boys have done a bit of socialising: #2 missed out a bit last time so we’ve arranged play dates with a couple of his friends. He got to spend yesterday afternoon with his mate Olly. #2, as you know, is a little bundle of contradictions: a friendly chap who doesn’t make any effort to make friends, a sporty type who has no interest in sports, but he clicked instantly with Olly and right from the beginning their friendship was, in true #2 style, firm but rocky. Olly’s Mum, J, and I laughed yesterday remembering how I’d drop #2 for play dates expecting to arrive to pick him up only to see one or other of them red faced and furious. They would play, then bicker like a couple of old women, then play, then bicker. All quite exhausting really. Still, being the grand old age of 9, they seem to have grown out of the falling out, and spent a happy afternoon in each other’s company.

On the subject of friends, apart from having a good catch-up with Olly’s Mum, J, I’ve only managed to see R&C for a quick hello in the playground (I was trespassing) as they’re both at work during the week and poor C has been laid low with a nasty virus, but we’ve got a firm gossip-date for Friday. B’s also busy working and has visitors herself, but I’m sure we’ll get together.

Anyhoo, the sun’s shining, which is one small bonus of being away from Ireland, so if anyone needs me I’ll be in the garden with this month’s Olive magazine, popping in briefly from time to time to change this post even further. Toodles!

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