You know it's been a good weekend when there's been a little birthday celebrating. When a nine year old is happy with his gifts of a Swiss Army knife, a flint and steel fire starter and a fire bowl. When there's been skating and scooting and skateboarding and the directions to the hospital weren't needed after all. When a football match has been won and a goal has been scored and another set up. When the littlest boy fell out of a tree, and only winded himself and ripped his trousers.
We took the little people to an indoor skate park on Saturday, as a birthday treat for the middle boy. We went to Cirencester afterwards for a wander. Most of the photos are from there. The yew hedge is the biggest in Britain. Quite amazing. I love the houses there, all that beautiful Cotswold stone. A nice antidote to the indoor skate park. The biggest boy was bitten by a dog in the park though. Dog owners that don't control their dogs make me SO cross. The owner vanished without so much as an apology. It was a nasty bite. It made him feel quite rubbish, it hurt, and it was upsetting that someone didn't really care that he was hurt.
Overall a good weekend here though. What with the fire and the knives and the scooting and the skating I feel that we have the makings of a circus act. We're tired now, muddy, bruised and smelling of wood smoke. Which is how it should be I think. Wishing you all a good week. CJ xx