Early June Saturday

The sun wasn't exactly shining but then again it wasn't raining either. The 6 'o clock alarm call had been nullified with a swift fist of destruction....lightening quick it was!
Two weeks of waking up in time to get his nibs off to work before the early bird has even thought of worms has tasken it's toll and every last second of sleep was expertly gained.
The bigmacs was off to a funeral and at 17, that's a hard thing to do. Not really wanting to face the fact the grim reaper can strike at any age and everyone you love should live forever and ever she sobbed her way into a black dress and donned a bag full of hankies.
I had just finished my first cup of coffee of the day, and yes, i know it's slobish, started yesterday's dishes when the happy singsong of 4 littlies "Nanny? Nanny! Nanny!" sped through the living room and burst into the kitchen.
Go and find auntie Zills, she's in bed, I said hopefully looking at the cafetier.
Twenty minutes later and another cup of coffee and Zombie Zills trudged martyrly down the stairs folowed by two young acolytes..... willing apprentices.
Washing machine on and another load on the line, taunting the grey sky to empty it's load we headed off down the lane to pick whinberries...."I've got a really, really, really black one Nanny" said littlie Charlie "and me Nanny" said Zills with glee.....or is it grandma?
I contemplated beating my daughter soundly with brambles....I'll give her grandma!
Half an hour later and half a cup full of berries and several snails, whom i'm assured were Bobbits best friends we returned.
Time to seek my revenge on number one daughter......
"Bet mummy would love to see those snails. Why don't we find a box and make them a nice new home and you can take them home and keep them under your bed or better still under mummies!"
Before long each littlie had an ice cream box stuffed full of leaves and bits of apple and several pretty shelled snails.
Then we collected some mint and made a jar of mint sauce.
Whilst waiting for dinner to cook we had a who can eat a very sour gooseberry without making a funny face competition....no one won!
Grumpy was back for dinner and soon after Bucket phoned for a lift home and then we walked down from the church to Bessies for a lemonade and a pint....and coincidentally there are several large trees of elder, full in bloom and the sun had come out too. Armed with scissors and bag we got enough heads to make a lot of elderflower champagne and a goodly ammount of cordial.
Serenity eventually remembered her offspring and took them and their snaily friends home.