The supermarket cashier is arranging an Easter tableau of plastic hens, chocolate rabbits and egg cartons along an underutilized stretch of shelving. This is something she clearly enjoys. In fact she enjoys it so much that she lets a line of seven people build up at the checkout. When diplomatically asked whether it might be possible to pay for a litre of milk she tuts, shrugs her shoulders and mutters something brief and ( thankfully ) inaudible. The milk purchase is completed in silence.
It pours with rain. Bob and Sophie play touch rugby in the upstairs hallway. Sophie enters into this with all the enthusiasm of an All Black on steroids. Angus throws the ball in the air, Sophie grabs it in her mouth and charges, head down, from end of the hall to the other. Her duck and weave footwork the envy of any half decent scrum half . To get near the ball Bob has to resort to sitting on his little sister.
Bob ends his day perched on the stump seat guarding the house against any wayward pilgrims. Sadly, with the heavy rain, there are none. Perhaps tomorrow ?