Today was a very lazy day of the type I used to have in the pre-Dexter days. I mainly watched a lot of Olympic dressage - about three hours of dancing ponies in fact. The boy slept a lot. Poor little man takes after his mummy and uses the school holidays to recharge.
Our only token acknowledgement of the outside world was another completely un-noteworthy visit to Waitrose for some last-minute holiday gubbins. I'm not entirely convinced that a scoot round in a shopping trolley counts as adequate stimulation for a toddler, or is indeed a surefire way of ensuring future sporting excellence of the type I had been watching all morning. It does however mean we will have sunscreen and nappies for our imminent trip to France.