Sunny days and childish dreams...

A beautifully sunny weekend! Spring is truly upon us!

I spent Saturday morning driving to Surrey and back, and I must say deepest Surrey countryside really is quite something. Like an arse I didn't have a camera with me, so you'll just have to put up with a description, I guess if a picture is worth a thousand words, then a hundred words will give you a squishy thumbnail in which you can almost make out something that might be a dog catching a Frisbee* or could be cousin Thingies wedding. Picture this, if you will:

A country road winding through farm and woodland, everything bursting with the fresh greenness of spring; glades of bluebells swaying gently in a warm breeze. A small pond by the side of the road with the new shoots of reeds appearing through a surface almost covered in a blanket of the white blossoms of the trees that grow beside and reach over the water, dappling the sunlight that streams down and twinkles amongst the floating petals. Ah! 'Twas lovely indeed, English countryside at its very best. Next time I'll take a camera.

The journey was to see a man about my Land Rover, and, after much sucking of the teeth, shaking of the head and pointing out of things that just can't be repaired a plan was made. And lo, the man behind some of the most stunning Land Rover restorations in the county has agreed to help make mine somewhat tidier. Not a full restoration (that would require selling Esme and both kidneys), but a fairly thorough renovation of body work none the less. I'll shut up about it now as my capacity to talk about such things tends to bring whole new dimensions to the word 'tedium'.

Our friend Asif popped round to visit with his daughter Janna. Janna is 2½ and very cute.

Janna helps Esme with her embarrassing 'Bed Hair' issues.

She is quite bashful around folk she doesn't know that well, but she was very taken with Esme. She soon found a hairbrush and started brushing Esme's hair, prompting, after the required amounts of cooing and exclaiming how sweet it was, this exchange:

Asif (perhaps a little patronisingly): “Janna, do you want to be a hairdresser when you grow up?”

Janna (emphatically): “No!”

Asif (hopefully) : “Do you want to be a doctor?”

Janna (determinedly) : “No!”

Asif (Still hopeful he might be well supported in old age) : “An Accountant? Do you want to be an accountant?”

Janna (quite sure of this one): “No!”

Asif : “Well what do you want to be when you're older? When you're a grown up?”

Janna (without a pause): “A man!”.

Well, a girl can dream...

* I never knew Frisbee had a capital 'F' before today.