Whatever that means
The plan worked. 8am on the nose they appeared asking if they could go downstairs.
Everyone up and downstairs, coffee on, paper shredded, sausages cooked and then a day of lounging, flitting between presents (the weans), flopping, snoozing, cooking and dish washing. Nice and relaxed. Bit of trifle to come and then it’ll be off to bed for those two and a film for us.
I think me and this 22mm are going to get along nicely.
This is Ewan’s card to me and Mandy.