The wheelbarrow effect

We are not always very good at arranging in advance to see people. When we lived in the city, Saturday morning would roll around, and we'd be like so what are we going to do today? And then we'd phone a few people and find that they already had plans, so we'd end up at the park or riding the buses with the kids all weekend.

Last weekend, Saturday morning rolled around, and apart from an invitation to friends' in the evening, we had nothing planned. Maybe we'll go there a bit early, we decided. Like, 4pm instead of 7pm*.

And then C went to his parents' to borrow their wheelbarrow.

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He came back without the kids, and with an invitation to lunch.

Téo went with his grandmother to a neighbour's** to pick figs, and got an invitation for a swim in their pool.

After lunch, Téo's cousins appeared and wanted to come back home with us.

(We got home to find a friend had dropped in to say hello.)

V and A stopped by to pick up their kids, and were convinced that they could go with Téo for a swim in the neighbours' bigger pool.

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We ended up getting to our friends' at 7. Just.***

* Before you get worried we'll show up at your place 3 hours early just because we have nothing else to do, our friends had already given us this option.

** C's godfather's son. No neighbour is unrelated!! (Well, almost.)

*** The evening was lovely too - it was Swiss National Day, so after a BBQ the bigger kids and most of the adults walked down to the lake to see the fireworks and bonfire, following a lantern-bearing procession of children. There were throw downs - remember those?? And also fireworks you could light yourself! And the biggest bonfire I have ever seen! (Seriously, the flames were LEAPING.) Was a trip back to my childhood, before all these things were banned in Oz...