Pooped!

It's official. I'm knackered. We've had one of those lovely weekends where we had no commitments... but once I started relaxing, I suddenly realised how tired I am.

But, we spent a lovely afternoon in Clifton (the posh bit of Bristol - think Northcote Road) yesterday, ate fab cake in a trendy caff, joined one of the best video shops in the country - everything from the West Wing to Japanese animation - and took a stroll on the Downs in the sunshine. So all in all, not bad.

Today we managed to take Oliver swimming - he's forgotten everything he learned with Mohammed the super teacher - and mow the lawn. Did I say we weren't busy?

Must entertain the little man for another hour before he finally passes out!