Stirredabout

[Edit - The landlord's been round; now I'm less cheerful]
Sorry if you're in a Sunday night funk, waiting for Postsecrets to cheer you up in that "there but for the grace of God" kind of way, but I'm feeling pretty darned good.
Six is in the bath admiring her bump and I'm catching the second half of the Watford Plymouth game.
I'm largely cheerful on account of a day in the company of:

It's not all sweetness and light. "Now!" seems to be the new "No!" and he is developing a shouting tendency that might be useful if he ever decides on my line of work. However he makes up for his occasional grumpiness with bizarre turns of phrase to keep us sweet.
For example, he seemed to wake up in a cheerful state at lunchtime, but while we tried to negotiate a cooked meal that was to his taste he descended into a fit of ill-mannered screaming, but the fact that he was shouting "I want pig!" seem to take some of the edge off it.
This morning he worryingly claimed to be a "big girl" now, and when a tell tale whiff seemed to indicate that his nappy needed changing, he cheerfully told me "I'm still going!"
We went to the "seenbetterdays" model village of Wistan, and the Garden centre that always reminds me of The Secret Garden. I loved the rake hanging out of the tree!
Even in the gloom that descends when he has to go home, he cheered me up. He happily tidied all his toys away, and when I thought we'd finished he said "And the tunnel" and found another four toy cars - in the subwoofer. I'll explain that it's not a tunnel. One day.

Didn't see it, but the last picture is for Chelsea. Spawny!