The long day wanes

After i picked Oisin up we headed off to Camphill for lunch. Judith had invited us and there was fantastic soup on offer. Oisin had his almond milk - I had to leave lunch prematurely because a passport pix with Ghin was required. At the chemists, Oisin turned on the waterworks to get a new truck - which i said, no to. But i had just spent £12 on a transformer and i'm of the opinion that you can spoil a child. Then it was back home, just to change Ghin and spend a few minutes, before we scooted off to circus school in downtown Belfast.

While Oisin somersaulted, Ghin and myself traipsed the aisles of Iceland - for my very first time - to glean what they had for a dinner with Lisa. I managed to call into Blackbox for a read of the Times with a glass of sparkling water before picking Oisin up - and then fought my way down the Ravenhill Road to Lisa's. Came home, cooked a chicken stir fry. The rice was Uncle Ben's microwave and the starters came out of cryogenics, courtesy of Iceland. Spring rolls, vege parcels, prawn sesame toast and prawn wonton. All in unrecognisable incarnations, but what the heck, they were still edible. We had dinner in the evening sunshine, bottle of white wine and it was oh so very civilised. We just nattered and relaxed. We laughed and plotted. We complained and related. And Oisin and Tilly just played with bubbles. It was bliss.

Lisa's man, Gavin joined us at 9.30 and then we chatted till Tilly insisted she go to bed at 10.30. I cleaned up, had a hot bath, and then updated the site. I had planned to do the finances, but it will have to wait till the weekend.