Diggerland

What a day! Oakley woke up this morning to find we had three diggers at the house. One to move the soil into a pile, one to lift it over the back wall into the lorry and another delivering bricks. Small boy heaven. In fact, big boy heaven too. They both lept out of bed to watch the goings on, while I had a bit of a lie in. There's a lot to be said for diggers.

Oakley is on a school trip all day and then we're doing the Year 6 party. How's that for a good day? We haven't quite decided what to do with the ten year olds yet. Maybe tea on the scaffolding followed by a spot of blindfolded "dodge the digger". That donkey's tail is so last century.

Quent's scan is now set for 27th July - still about four weeks away, yet.

Must go. I have a meeting in town and need to do my builders' teamaking duties first.