palm sunday doesn't feel like palm sunday (96/365d)

such a nice little reading time in bed with me and henry this morning - he had had a bad dream at night and come to snuggle. he read the (very abridged) version of around the world in 80 days, and i promised him that tonight we could watch the movie.

it was so nice and warm and sunny outside, and we all read robin hood on the sun bench. too sunny for felix so he sat on the ground in the shade of the rose bush.

brian and all three boys went for a run while i attempted again to transcribe the ballad of sally ann so i can play it with the buffaloes. i didn't hear the doorbell, or my phone. but brian told nina she could go in, the gate was open, and she said she was already outside sitting at the picnic table. thus it was till i heard a plaintive calling of "iiiirma" ... yay!

tea time with nina and centa's fabulous fancy cookies

as delicious as they are pretty

after palm sunday tea time, with croissants and cookies and very careful 1m distance, i walked nina back home, and even got to stop and wave at phil at his new place.

home again we started the movie, and brian made popcorn, but it got too late to watch the whole thing. henry was a bit dissapointed.

i got a chance during bedtime to catch up with manuela.