S1 and I are both sick. I could hardly move this morning, but while this would have once been a day in bed, the pitter patter of little feet mean that is no longer an option.

So we dragged ourselves out of bed as slowly as possible, a long shower each and a quiet morning.

We needed to get him a haircut before his glasses arrived, which gave us an excuse to pop out for a late lunch.

Haircut done and it was hone for some playtime for the last of the afternoon.

Time for bed I think as there isn’t any sign of a sleepin on the horizon for the next 10 years.