Today we went to Brixham, and walked the Breakwater mile, in support of the RNLI. Which my partner loves, because as he cynically reminds me regularly,
They could save his life one day.
So we walked. It was windy, and the sea was turquoise blue, and Fi fell asleep in the car, but woke up in the wind and kept shouting 'wheeeee!' the whole way back.
And the RNLI, bless them, gave us a free box of tea. So we came out on top... feeling good about ourselves AND up a box a tea. Wicked.
But then we had a (yetanother) fight about who changes the nappy, which was followed by [spare the awkward details] debate and now he's asleep, and we're baking because that's sometimes all you can do when the world needs putting to rights.
Rhubarb crumble.
and homemade enchiladas.
