In a gloriously blue sky, my dh managed to hit a cricket ball for six and break an upstairs window. Glass strewn all over the eldest's bedroom and the hallway. The only thing that prevent the ball from travelling out the other side of the house was our bedroom door was shut.
My dh was pretty proud of his achievement.
It is lucky that glazier is coming on Tuesday to fix the other window he broke this summer.
I suspect if it had been one of the children, he would have been very annoyed but as it was him, he was proud of his atheletic prowess. Men.
The shattered glass is now all cleaned up. It is far too hot to workin the garden and so the nettles will have to wait for another day.
Warm summer days are rare in Northumberland and I intend to make the most of it -- despite the broken window.