on a chaise longue, all day long

The other day when I was driving Jack to his wee holiday in Govanhill with Sam I listened to BBC Radio 2. Usually, I listen to BBC Radio 4 in the car but it was comedy hour and It thought it was a bit annoying. As I was exiting the motorway, a somewhat unusual song played. I now cannot get out of my head. The chorus went something like this: on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, on the chaise longue, all day long. I wanted to rewind and check if I had heard right or if indeed I had gone coo coo. Alas, I am of sound mind. I went on the YouTube and found the song. It is aptly named Chaise Long (have a listen) by a band called Wet Leg. I have since been trying to figure out what the message of this song is. Do tell if you know, or work it out. 

On the note of radio my friend Laura pointed me in the direction of a podcast on the aforementioned BBC Radio 4: Now you are asking with Marian Keyes and Tara Flynn. I am hooked. It is a shame I didn't have such sound advice non all things life when I was much younger.

This weekend my fellow volunteers and I planted 300 bluebell plantlets. I was on self-imposed litter duty also. I picked up 15 full dog poo bags in the small area where we planted the bluebells. If at some point in the future I witness poo bag littering I shall pick up the bag and catapult it into the offenders face. The bluebell planting was fun though. We also tidied up around last year's hedgerow plants and finished the meadow patches. 

James and Alistair were away on a Scout Sub Zero camp. I insisted on two sets of thermals and a hot water bottle. Camping in February is not for the faint hearted. There were 1100 scouts at the camp. Imagine that! They had loads of fun and dealt well with the cold. It was mostly dry, which is always good when camping. The smell of campfire will linger for a while, despite a good wash. 

We dragged the boys to the beach today for a walk with Jack. It is half term and a wee outing seemed in order. Teenage dread was oozing out of them, just like black sticky tar. We drove to Irvine beach. Not my favourite beach, or my favourite part of Scotland but within easy driving distance. Some of the towns in that area are very depressing to drive through, forgotten places of sorts. Jack loved the walk. We drove through West Kilbride, a town renowned for artisan craft. We thought it would be a good place for a stroll and lunch but the town had not awoken yet from hibernation and the only cafe was closed. We drove on to Larggs and stopped at Nardini's at the Moorings for lunch. The teens briefly came to live for the food. I take that as a win. 

Upon our return, Alistair announced he would not leave the house until it was time to go back to school. Fair enough.

Thanks for visiting 😊

P.S. All but the cat photo were taken at Bingham's pond. I had scheduled a duck appreciation day last week.