Gold sofa

Hung over this morning. The children full of beans and in between bouts of bouncing on the trampoline in the garden, leaped from chair to chair around us the adults who were gingerly sipping tea. Puffin behaving well, despite having children piling on top of her. Max not surfacing at all. Then, after fond farewells, Lorraine and I had an easy journey back to Brighton, listening to the Archers Omnibus on the radio.

Home and we wandered down into the Laines and found a cafe for a late breakfast. Due to a persistent fragility, Lorraine and I lurked on my gold sofa, enjoying its restorative powers all afternoon while reading the newspaper, and watching X Factor on TV.

Below breakfast porridge, which the children consumed with glee.