Sunday was father's day - Helen was in Sheffield doing phase 2 of her birthday with the girls from '71, and so Holly was in charge. Louis was up early but - as planned - went up to Holly's room to read and give me a wee lie-in. They came down bearing gifts and cards and we all had a wee sweetie and a snuggle before breakfast. Then they disappeared into the kitchen, and returned bearing a glass with freshly-picked flowers from the garden, balanced on a plate with toast and ramekins with jam and butter in. It was lovely. I returned the favour, then hoovered the bed out. Later on, we went to see Anna and Amy run the Race For Life, which inspired me (temporarily) to do a bit more running. Maybe tomorrow. We had lunch chez Evans (during which time Andrew tried to persuade me to do Strathpuffer with him) and then went home to make a "welcome home" cake for Helen. It turned out quite well, and we were all - for different reasons - glad to see mummy home again.
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