Two Ducks

A brief visit this afternoon along with Mr Horsehound, Mr and Mrs Hairy Suit and youngster the little Hairy Suit. (14 years old and growing even taller than his daddy) We, that's little hairy suit and me were married by vicar in residence the ever so venerable Mr Horsehound wearing a tea cosy on his head and a napkin around his neck.
Such is the plain joy of childhood.

While the chaps were playing football Mrs Hairy Suit did the dishes and I made tie backs for the lace curtains.
Then all five of us ate sausage rolls and meatloaf, drank lots of tea and cranberry juice then with much sadness we bid the Two Ducks a fond farewell.
I didn't want to leave. I like it there. Inside the lavender scented rooms.


Home to mum and her battles.