My parents and brothers are heading off to Paris today to watch the cycling, lucky people, we will be going to Widnes tonight to watch the rugby. Not quite the same level of fun and togetherness but it does show similar levels of commitment. Did I say I wouldn't talk about that again? Oh, I've been doing that 30 day squat challenge that's knocking about and it's going well, I was a bit sceptical (as I said the other day - I'm not a finisher) but what do you know, it appears to be making my legs look very nice and my bottom region less like a Lycra-clad map of Australia and more like a rounded thing. I know you didn't wish to know that.
I can't take those beautiful house photos like other blog people, mainly because my house is a tip but if you can imagine traditional bloggy picture of a cool(ish) blue grey room with royal blue and ultramarine painted furniture, white sheets and lovely vintage style prints of the town then that's where we have moved to.
Dan is going to get his hair cut today will there be tan lines? I'm going to attempt to be a jaunty housewife today and prepare a lovely picnic to take out with us although I fear the reality will us be melting in Widnes Town Hall car park with a wilting salad and sweaty falafel. Still, that's all part of being British isn't it.