Incomplete

Leaving the house without a camera didn't help but there's always the iPhone so that's not the whole story. Still, it's been another of those days when I get home with no photos taken. And the weans were shattered. Ellen was standing silently at the bottom of the stairs like a wee ghost when I left at 6.30am this morning (frightened the crap out of me) and it turns out that Ewan was also awake. They looked like wee zombies at dinner tonight and were packed straight off to bed with threats if they get up early tomorrow.

The adults were hardly any livelier. I'm getting the blame since I have form for watching just one more once a box set gets started. Three episodes later and it was 1.30am - up in 4 and a half hours. Just one tonight. Promise.

The rest has hardly been started - January's Black and White magazine is only just out of its wrapper and March's has arrived. The drawing book has a pristine uncracked spine from lack of reading and the bike book has been thumbed through but not yet pored over. The box contains unwatched DVDs of dubious provenance.