Warning; contains spoilers on Doctor Who episode 6!
I do love Sunday mornings. It's the day when Gordon usually brings me breakfast in bed. I was trying to read the newspaper on-line (begone, days of piles of paper and newsprint rubbing off on the covers) but Duncan was snuggled beside me and kept taking over my laptop to look at films of roller coasters.
I was chatting to him as he tried to poke my ears (that's a recently developed habit of his; he'll tell you he's trying to get the wax, yuck). I asked him about the episode of Doctor Who we'd all watched the previous night. That was a lovely time; all 5 of us on the sofa, both boys cuddling in to me. He said, "The soldiers were shooting."
And then what happened.
"Then the girl died. Doctor Who loves the girl. Doctor Who was sad...and happy."
And then what...
"The girl went to Doctor Who."
The show had been sad and happy, and that was a pretty good summary of the episode.
So what better thing could a family proceed to on a Sunday morning than a trip to the rescue centre once more, where we picked out a puppy. Hopefully, subject to a home-check, we'll be adopting a Cocker Spaniel cross pup. We just thought we didn't have anything like enough going on in our lives already!
For the rest of the day, the children played outside. Duncan's great joy right now is to ride a bike or scooter up and down along the path in front of our house. I need to be out to supervise him so I took a little film of his fun.
Lady and Thomas spent the afternoon with their new friends from our street, in either their house or ours. Thomas in particular is delighted to have another boy to play Wii and Doctor Who games with.
These are good days. Perhaps it's the good weather, perhaps the glow of a good holiday is still lingering, but for whatever reason we are happy together and Duncan is being just marvellous.