A stormy Independence Day for us. No fireworks for us, I fear. Not sure the I want to stand near someone exploding contrails to the thunderclouds.
A & K are out at the hardware store and G is rolling around on our bed. In a basket.
Listening to the radio. Just heard the phrase “Britain’s Prime Minister Gordon Brown” for the first time. That sounds weird. I’m still not used to it when they say “the Prime Minister…He…”.
Alan Johnston is free. Yay!
Now, if only we could be listening to news of the return of Madeleine McCann. Please, God?