oh, to relax and smell the roses...

the other day while my mum and dad were amusing the boys, i escaped to their garden (hmmm...i do alot of escaping from my children don't i? i'm not counting how long it is 'til september, honestly) and i really had a lovely wonder around their ma-hoo-sive garden. it's funny how you don't appreciate what's right in front of your face sometimes, isn't it? anyway, as the sun shone the last of the day's heat (this was before the weather turned to crap,) i did a few scribblings on a scrap of paper and a slighty running out biro. it was lovely and relaxing. then i got rugby tackled to the ground by one son, and almost killed by another one hitting golf balls at me. so back to reality with a jolt then.