Off he goes....
Paul has made his first big purchase, not a contribution to his digital empire, but a replacement pair of roller-blades, which have made him a happy boy indeed. We looked around a department store (his biggest fear), before we returned to the sports shop (yes, they let us in to a sports shop, twice!), and he even made conversation with the sales attendants. The man can shop when motivated. Then off to the park to roll away, leaving me alone - to knit on a bench overlooking the river where we spotted a beaver the other day. We even managed to catch an innings or so of a baseball match (if anyone can explain the difference between this and rounders please - apart from much more protective clothing).
We've had a lazy week - no surprises there. Lots of meandering around parks from tree to tree for frequent naps and book reading. I've made it through three out of four library books, fulfilling my thirst for bad murder mysteries....they even have a 'if you like Agatha Christie you'll like this' section - bliss. We also ventured out to the experimental farm hoping to find a replacement for the White Post Modern Farm Park back home.....a few too many tractors for my liking, although Paul enjoyed the interactive tractor driving:
and I got to stroke the new born calves:
we then wandered around the arboretum, more bird spotting (see flickr) and napping - rock and roll as ever.
We are off to a gallery event on Saturday - it doesn't start til 8pm which is pretty close to bed-time so will be a shock to the system. Then Paul starts work on monday, and I am left alone to fend for myself -eek!
Back he comes: