Snow on the sleeping warrior

That's what my (great) Uncle Bill used to call Arran, and for some reason, it's just popped in to my head after years of being buried away.

Chilly day, but pleasantly relaxed. Shortie woke up very late following her outing to the panto last night, which she thoroughly enjoyed. She helped me make a cake for my mum's birthday, then we visited her to eat said cake, drink coffee and natter.

Then Shortie and I had lunch in a cafe, wandered over to the library, and played a bit of draughts when we got home.

And it keeps getting better - I've chicken curry in my sights for dinner, a Crabbies on ice, and a double-episode of the The Killing at nine.

Oh, I do like weekends :o)