What’s a conundrum?

Finally, the sun is shining. All of a sudden the world (or is just me) is a much happier place!

We spent the weekend at the pool and as many local parks as we could – in case this is it for the summer.

It was a particularly idyllic English summer day – the trees a hundred shades of green, punctuated by flowers in full bloom. The stream providing a constant, somehow harmonious static as it rushed passed to blend in with kids squawking, birds chattering, and the regular roar of aeroplanes overhead (just to remind us it is London).

This poetic(?) introspection was interrupted not long after arriving in a spot of wilderness when my daughter told me she needed the toilet. Apparently she didn’t need to go when we left home, but now she did.

I suggested we could find a quiet spot. Unfortunately, it’s a number 2. She paused, considered, and said she’ll be ok.

They then befriended some other children, constructed a dam, demolished the dam to make a tower, knocked it down, made twig rafts (the trickiness of this is not be underestimated when only using grass to tie them together), and explored.

I sidle up to my daughter at this point to emphasise that she’ll need to give me some notice if we need to make a move.

She tells me she’s lost it.

And not to worry, it’s not in her pants.