As I said, today we decided distraction was better than trying to ride out the storm... so, as it happened to be today, we headed to The Mall for Trooping the Colour.
We didn't get right in the crowds, but Sherlock saw the Queen's carriage from my shoulder, and we could hear the music. We also saw some of the bands marching past.
Then we headed down to the river, hoping to see the flypast, and because Sherlock was 'starving'.
He was dissapointed there weren't many planes, but he liked the helicopters and the AWACs Boeing the best, he said.
Planes. And Her Maj. Official salute at the front. Commoners' salute of the cameraphone behind.
Anyway, I started writing this hours ago, so long ago now the highlights are on the telly. Some of the horses looked a bit frisky in the wind.
Ah, the highlights just said the reason the Battle of Britain flight wasn't there was the weather, which is what we thought.
Sherlock has put in another appearance now, having spent most of the afternoon under his bed. He's vowed never to go back to school, except when it's shut, to see the pond...although at one point he threatened to take all 'his' tadpoles with him.
Think I'll go and see if he wants to help with dinner.
It's Father's Day tomorrow. We're going to go and meet Mycroft, have lunch together.