the boots of Mrs M

Apparently waving your camera around in the air instead of getting up to take a photo means only the boots come out in focus. You get the idea.

The Morris clan came over for takeaway and general chit chat. Mrs M gave Antony instructions to eat the apple chutney she bestowed upon us many weeks ago - Mrs M will be pleased to know that I have upon my person a cheese and apple chutney sandwich. It had better be good.

In other news, Mrs M made me my very own homemade sock alien creature in the hope that I will learn to care for it before the actual alien arrives. I promptly dropped it/sat on it/ let the cat attack it. Oops.