Here I am watching Boy 1 play cricket in the glorious English sunshine.
I thought the match would be abandoned when the downpour really got going, but no, these people are hardcore, they just waited till it subsided to a brisk drizzle and back onto the pitch they went.
But it's not all cricket. The other day I hopped up to London, to my old stamping ground of High Street Kensington. You can see the spire of St Mary Abbotts; the school of the same name is next door and is very sought after at the moment, as Mr Cameron's daughter goes there.
I like all the plane trees in Kensington, they give much needed greenery.
I felt a bit nostalgic being in Kensington again, as this is where I lived with Boys 1 and 2 when they were babies and toddlers; and oh the memories! The time Boy 2 let his scooter slide into the Round Pond and our dismay as it disappeared under the murky waters ( I managed to hook it out with a long pole I begged off a radio controlled motorboat enthusiast); Boy 1 stomping along the street trying every car door to see if they would open (and his shock when one did); riding on the top deck of the bus with two very wriggly, over-excited boys, who did not understand why they should not scooter inside the bus... I do think London is a good place for babies, as you can walk for miles with them in their pushchairs, I could never get my head around country lanes with no footpaths..
Now, brace yourselves: here is what I look like in Real Life. (I was actually buying this for the boys as they needed to Dress Mad for Charity at school, it had been almost a week since the last charity dress up).
And here is my lovely ex-neighbour, S. Isn't she a doll? She is very definitely Good In Hats. And look at that blondey blonde hair. S lives in the flat below our old flat. It is amazing she is still talking to us after the noise that must have been coming from our flat day-in/day-out - the crying, screaming, banging, crashing - and that was just me trying to make a cup of tea, let alone the row the Boys created. S is American and really funny - her anecdote about seeing Hugh Grant is an All Time Classic:
Her hubs spots our Hugh sitting at a table outside a cafe in South Kensington.
He tells S to walk by, discreetly, to check him out; "But honey, be discreet ok, be cool!"
"Of course I'll be cool!" huffs S.
S arrives at Hugh's table.
Suddenly alien forces overwhelm her.
She stops slapbang in front of Hugh.
And shrieks at the top of her voice:
S and I gossipped for England and the US combined, and pottered round the shops. We had a good rummage round Accessorize, S was buying presents for her son's teachers. I liked these pretty rings - my precious..
I finished my little Kensington jaunt with a look round TK Maxx but was quite frankly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff...