Mr B came over all profound, in the middle of his cup of National Trust Tea and slice of oddly crispy chocolate cake, this Sunday.
We sat there with the rosy chill of Autumn air still on our faces,
while the Mini B's shared sandwiches, a few crisps (*gasp*) and took successful turns eating a wee tub of the most perfect strawberry icecream (with the cutest name....Snugbury!)
"Look at us....we are a family."And I looked, saw he was quite right and was suddenly awash with memories of my own childhood Sundays: walking around National Trust houses; eating crisps (*gasp*) beside Loch Lomond, skimming stones; Happy Eaters and Knickerbockerglories; a drive!
I look forward to it all over again.