"Manure?" asked the boy, "What's that?"
"Horse Poo", I replied elegantly. Eloquently? Succinctly, anyway.
Giggles from three of the four children in the back, and then a pause.
A small, worried voice, looking at the pots of plants and piles of other
Dropped the friends back home quickly, then unloaded the girls and what looked like half a botannical garden's worth of flora. It filled about half of one bed. The horse poo went a bit further around the garden, with Little Fish taking great pleasure in throwing it into the flowerbeds. Fling it here, fling it there, if you stand in the way then you'll all get your share.
Mog meanwhile spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around on her bath chair, kicking the grass and shouting at us. All the plants in, all the poo flung, I loaded Little Fish into a tub of bubbly water and we sat down to relax for a bit.
Took this photo and as I switched off the camera it started to rain. Little Fish was not impressed that I went to rescue Mog, pump, bathseat, books and even the garden tools before plucking her out of her bath. Extremely unconvinced with my explanation that she was wet anyway.
The plan was for an early night and an extremely early start tomorrow, but we then had a phonecall from the hospital cancelling Little Fish's scheduled surgery. So the PEG will stay in situ for another few weeks. We will not have any answers about her hips before her next big round of appointments, and will have to delay sorting out her wheelchair seating until they decide to give us another date. Her foot op can wait, the rest less so.
We'd planned a day in hospital and then a quiet weekend. School doesn't start again until Tuesday now. So how should we spend the rest of our holiday?