Dossing in sunshine

Zzzzzzzzzzzz.  Woke up to the sad news that Ireland are out of the Rugby World Cup.  Beaten by, damn it, Wales.  Fell back asleep again.  

Then up and dossing with nos. 2 and 3.  Scared the shit out of no. 2 by showing him a video where you're happily watching a car drive down a country road accompanied by soothing, lyric fm, type music, only to have a frickin' zombie leap in front of you screaming.  Myself, no. 1 and no. 3 jumped and laughed in a nervous way.  No. 2, today, covered his eyes and started howling.  (It's 10.34pm and he's in bed beside me!!)  Not a clever move.  So, to cheer him up, the two of us made soup.  Tomato soup and it's delicious.  Left the kitchen in tatters and legged it to meet two lovely pals for a quick (er, 3 hour coffee).  Nice to catch up.  Nice to be catching up in the sunshine.

Drove home, topless!!!  Obviously the car was topless not me, there would be far too many crashes if I were topless.  Can you imagine???? Evil cackle.

Got home, grabbed Himself and the kids and headed to St. Anne's Park where I finally saw the famous Rose Gardens and Billy nearly went demented with all the squirrels legging it all over the place.  Squirrel?!?!?!

Then, we stumbled across the perfect tree and I got to photo my 'family tree'.  Whatcha think?