Sleep? Me?

Today has been a day when Eloise has been quite tired but has adamantly refused to go to bed. Consequently, in retrospect, it has been heavy going.

When we spoke to Nicole she was tired, or seemed to be, but wouldn't go to bed. So we went to the beach, where the tide was out and sandbars stretched out a very long way. We paddled out and walked on the pristine sands... pristine as long as they weren't punctuated by discarded tyres...

She fell asleep in the car about two minutes before we got home, so I thought, I'll put her to bed because her top's still damp... she wouldn't go to sleep and kicked up such a cadenza the situation had to be defused by giving her her lunch early. After that she looked ready, but again, no.

She finally got to bed around 2 o'clock, so I watched England's batting collapse for a bit and did some housework... then distant dumbles of thunder started and of course off went Tiny on a barkathon.

That about sums up the day really.