My husband is an archaeologist, and so we immersed our kids in his world instead of mine (I’ve yet to discover a good anti-corruption museum but always up for suggestions…no bonus points for ‘Westminster’). We spent a rainy afternoon at the wonderful Corinium Museum in Cirencester, followed by a walk/run in Cirencester Park.

I managed to squeeze in a lesson about social justice, materialism and being a bit of a hippie (pity the children of academics…), as we walked near the polo ground on land owned by the Bathurst Estate and frequented by royals.

So they also learned the meaning of irony…

And, in the crisp mist of early spring, sated by the Cotswoldy delights of earl grey and lemon drizzle, I thought of a couple of real blog posts, one of which I’ll write tomorrow. For tomorrow is another day…