A photographic summary of the end of March, because is there any better kind?
Huge messes were made.
Synchronised ballooning took place.
Some golf carting.
Honey water and Johnson and Friends were both consumed in copious amounts while Devin and I shared a lingering cold.
Lots of hide and seek was played on the spare bed.
I was killed. Dead. By eyes.
Walks were taken.
Devin insisted I pose with a dead palm frond.
I finally took Devin to the playground by the river, and it was better than I was expecting.
Partly because of this fountain.
We threw twigs in the water.
We accidentally stumbled across a family day in a park, and had some drumming lessons.
And I read a book in a pub.