Write about: the swimmer.
Kat took Max and Miles to the beach this morning to meet up with some friends and to get into the lake for the first time this year. Highs of 33 will do that (it's supposed to be going up to 35 tomorrow).
I spent the morning weeding out the garlic patch and our row of tomato plants. Hopefully a little fertilizer will get the tomatoes back on track, as they are clearly in need of some love.
Not a tonne of local orders to pick for tomorrow, but we need to get all the ripe raspberries off the canes regardless. Fingers crossed that the heat hasn't burned them to a crisp before we can get to them.
"I thought you said George was a good swimmer."
"No, I said sinker. He's a great sinker."
"What? Who even says something like that?"
"Me, you idiot. I do. Obviously."
"Oh for... is he at least wearing a life jacket?"
"A life jacket? Are you serious? How do you think we're keeping the beer cold?"