Finally feels summery here in Liverpool. There really is quite a difference in temp between the South East of England, and North West. The evening still feels a bit chilly to me...all very bemusing as I am a northerner, albeitly one that's acclimatised to southern climes. Brrrrrr.
I feel an urgency to enjoy summery weather, it wasn't so imperative in Folkestone - the weather was invariably sunny or at least dry..cor the NW gets a lot of rain! Two extremes, lived in the warmest/driest part of England, and now in the wettest.
Anyway, enjoying sunshine (or dry but humid);
There was a festival at the local park at the weekend, the parade and music was fun though I spent most of it looking for Rye, who'd gone with his friends. We were suppose to meet up, but by the time I'd walked round most of the festival area, I was hot, it was terribly humid and I was beginning to feel rather grumpy. Mind, by that time the park had filled up and become very crowded, so it was a relief to go home - where, of course, my son was.
Inbetween the trips, bike rides, mysterious evenings/nights of flash high temperatures and feeling unwell, and racing around like a loon with his house friends Rye has also been reading to me. He's not quite an independent reader, but he is becoming more confident. And when not doing home eddy stuff (shhh, I know terrible English), I have been busy with orders.
The bag is finished minus weaving in ends.
Anyway, bedtime. Dependent on a few factors, I'm hopefully taking Rye to the beach tomorrow, it will be physically challenging for me, beauty sleep an absolute necessity!