Had a break from blogging for a couple of days.
I’ve been reading a book that I picked up for a bargain price in WHSmith last weekend. T was a bit alarmed by the title “When God was a rabbit” as he thought it was a religious story. It wasn’t. It was a brilliant story about growing up in the seventies, being a misfit, the bonds of friendship and family. I loved it and was very engrossed in it to the point where I couldn’t think of anything else, like blogging. Tsk tsk.
All is well in the Beddoe household. It is the weekend – hurrah and the sun is shining. The possibilities are endless. Well, sort of!
It was grandad’s birthday yesterday so we popped round after school with cake (by our new resident baker) and presents. He was thrilled with both. He’s the best.