Before dinner

After all that red-hot-as-a-poker summerness, winter just plopped from the sky and now my feet are back to permanently frozen. Today, with the sun offering a bright and breezy, bonus extra degree or three of warmth, we were enjoying the ‘out’ for that slice of time between after school and before dinner.

The One Armed Bandit (small kid with arm in sling), burst from the house for a spot of frustrated stick collecting, (you try it with one hand, when every stick is equally precious), while the older two whizzed off on scooters to spread their wings (well, as wide as the pavement between each neighbour’s driveway). In a final attempt to be as filthy as possible, vile and magical potions were conjured – created from the bounty of a wintry garden (think mud), when finally, one forward-thinking kid, opted for the subtle dinner preparation hint:

“Hey, Mum! Watch this: swan...



...hungry swan...



...dog...



...hungry dog...sooooo...what’s for dinner?”



So ends that slice of day.