In which we rehearse our excuses...

[muninnhuginn]

Thursday last, in view of the coming long weekend, C enjoined all the members of CWIL to write at least a paragraph (tried to negotiate it down to a sentence and failed). From this, it's possible to deduce that 1) some of us haven't contributed much (except pedantry) for a long time and 2) C does not have offspring and cats. So, apart from too much idling, what can we use in our defense?

The lack of functioning brains function's dead in the water since we claimed to have got over that.

Saturday, first music class of term with Looby Loo (which ruled out Plokta.con to our regret) followed by shopping with Looby Loo (pink, but reasonably painless, having wimped out of going for sandals: we fear future conflict on that front) and lunch for all three, replacing M's cracked cymbal, and a trip round Tesco.

Sunday, brunch, wander around Milton Country Park, where we saw all sorts creatures, including tern, which was somewhat unexpected. Ate the garden, again: mint, lemon balm, chives, dandelion leaf salad.

Monday, rest day, first piano lesson of term for Looby Loo (rather precluded a long trip out had the weather looked welcoming: it did, but not until 5.00 pm) and if we say we stopped counting at ten knowledgeable folk will tap (or scratch) their heads wisely and pass on.

And we've nearly finished embroidering piglet on the patch for LL's holed trousers.