Whatever that means
Got home, pressure washed three days of muck off the weans and then treated myself to a hot shower. Put all the junk away, aired the smoky tents and bags and washed everything else. Ewan went upstairs for a snooze while Ellen and I picked our sofas and nodded off. More tidying and Ewan decided to plan the playhouse that he wants to build in the garden. I said he could provided he built it himself. I gave him a drawing board and off he went. I wish he’d had time to do more before I had to pour him into bed. Who wouldn’t want a shelf just for biccys and Beanos?