Before this afternoon, I hadn't actually left the house since Tuesday morning. Lost in a haze of crochet and the Vampire Diaries on Netflix¹...but this evening with Kevin out "working"^2, it was my duty to collect the children.  Rather than come back to the woefully neglected house and eat sandwiches again³, we opted for the better option.  Pizza from the best place in Stirling and a play in the park. 

Italian sausage, a park full of children playing Olympics, and 3 little loves...who needs anything else⁴?

¹don't judge me. 172 rows of single crochet ribbing will drive anyone to cheezy vampire dramas.

²"working" in the Arts in Scotland throughout the month of August, actually means attending 1 of 6,000 arts events/openings/plays that are on during the Festival where drinking champagne and eating canapes is considered a requirement.

³ The other day Ellis looked at me and said, "Actually Mummy, your cooking is getting worse." The worst thing about it is...he is right.

⁴ except wine.  Which I now have. Ahhhh.