Mumsy Wumsy

Mum's arrival was imminent so needless to say it had started to rain.

We went and picked her up from the airport on Thursday morning, and were there in time, for a change.

When she came through the gates, I pointed her out to Eloise and the squeaky one toddled to say hello.

We went home and had a cup of coffee, then went and walked the dogs down at the brook. When Nicole woke up I went shopping and we had haloumi and spiced leeks for tea. Yum.

On Friday Mum and I dropped Her Worship off at nursery then went and did the Simpson's Trickle Circuit. And the rain had stopped, though there was a bit of an overcast. The old dear was a bit flushed by the end of the walk, complaining (probably too strong a word) that it was a lot more hilly than she's used to and besides she doesn't do much walking since we deserted her.

So we went up to the top of the mountain and had a cup of coffee at the top. Grey skies hung threateningly over the city in the distance but gradually dispersed to reveal the blue we habtually expect.

In the afternoon we were treated to lunch so we went to Citron, one of these modern contemporary Asian affairs. Which was nice.

We had a couple of hours to kill and Nicole had the bright idea of going to Ascot to check out the fashionably cliquey haute-couture up-yourself shopping experience of the racehorse set on Racecourse Road.

It was a dissapointment really, though there were some pretty nice Poinsiana (I've been prompted) trees.

So with a little more time to go we went to the Premier Shopping Cum Cruise Liner Experience at Hamilton, where an enormous cruise liner was docked. We toddled. I bought some milk. Nicole tried on a dress. It didn't fit. Thank God.