Messing about

Here's what happens when you've got half an hour to kill.

I messed up this morning, and arrived at the hairdressers an hour earlier than I needed to; so went back home and cleaned the bathroom (as you do), and found myself with enough time to rummage through the cupboards and see what I could blip. This is a mixture of washing up liquid and the little fruit segments that you decorate cakes with...not the most likely combination, but it's given me the chance to be a bit different.

We're one person short until Friday evening, as Elliot has gone away with the school on his first trip away from home. He was still smiling as the coach pulled away, and will hopefully be kept so busy that he won't have the chance to think of home while he's having fun with his school friends.

The dog however, is a different story. She will be pining for him, and will most likely sulk about the house for 3 days waiting for her buddy to return.