All through today I've felt a bit weepy, for no real reason.

The adventure playground place was closed for a function, so we went into the nearest big town instead, and visited the art gallery - Andy Warhol exhibition the highlight, Small child really enjoying doing his own Warhol-esque photo. At lunch it was all I could do not to cry, dunno why.

Then we came home and I've hennaed my hair, and now feel very much better. Again, dunno why.

Maybe because I saw all the cars parked up for Sports Day and felt a little thrill of being naughty!