This is my own fault.

I got Girlpants to take the week off work, mainly because his mum was coming down. But now they are all settled in the house, I'm left with a dilemma.

What do we do for the rest of the week??

The five day forecast says that the weather is going to be dire, the National Trust is basically closed, and after waiting an hour to have a go a tobogganing to avoid the mad children, we need to be careful to avoid half term activity traps.

So I sit here. Thinking. And thinking.

Yesterday we went tobogganing and then trekked on the moor. I finally managed to fly and kite and even got it to dive bomb Girlpants - but after several failed attempts to get the kite off and it spectacularly crashing to it's end, the stunt kite is looking slightly worse for wear. Especially when the wind took it so high that the string broke and muggins here had to chase it. Into a pit of horse dung.

So today was gentile. Today we went to St Mellions for wine tasting. And Girlpants had fun. The thing is, usually he tells me that he'll drive so our resident alcoholic (moi) can partake in a quibble of beer. But I wanted him to try the wines today to see which one he liked - so he had his little testing book, ranking system and glass and he dashed between the tables trying at first the ones he liked, and then after eating a cornish ostrich pasty, the most expensive.

The man is no fool