Thiiiiiiiirty-five (half of three-score and ten)

Nick has finally reached that dreadful milestone...middle-age!  We spent the day together as a family, going out for pizzas after the morning service which we took to Caroline Bay where the gulls and ducks happily received our pizza crusts.  It was not so much on the warm side but not so cold that it was ghastly being outdoors; we played a bit of touch rugby (TACKLE, TACKLE) - I put the camera down for a while and joined in. 

 

 

My Sunday School lesson this morning was an object lesson on guarding what we say - I started by showing a selection of things I had found in the garden including a half-eaten piece of cake with bits of bark clinging to the butter icing (no lies - it was actually in the postbox before I threw it in the garden, retrieving it shortly thereafter).  The point was to offer the cake to the boys, which obviously they would refuse...but one clever cookie (not a Clevely) took a big bite.  Er...okay, so hopefully we're a lot MORE careful about what comes out of our mouths than what goes in!