Sunday

One of those mornings, you wake up, you look outside, you realise that you need to spend all morning in bed with mugs of tea and the Sunday papers.

Then a 2 year old jumps on your head.
Followed by a 5 year old.
And you remember why you never buy newspapers anymore.


It's been a cocktail heavy weekend. Mojitos were great, but the Amaretto sours yesterday may have just pipped them.