We took a break from packing up all our belongings for the big house move to join S and K for a Sunday picnic. With the children away on some kind of outdoor adventure weekend, this was the first time in ages that just the four of us met.

The afternoon started with high-spirited horseplay as TPR chased S around the grounds, tugging on his denim shorts whenever he could catch him. The mood turned, however, when the men came back to the rug and sat down. S was not pleased to see that K was logged on to Facebook, chatting to her first year students. This Sunday afternoon was supposed to be dedicated to entertaining old friends, and not frittered away at the laptop on time-wasting trivia disguised as work.