There's no such thing as a gruffalo.

This is from yesterday, courtesy of nursery.
Wom went as the gruffalos child, he wasn't too keen on his outfit and only wore it for a short while.

The Mothering Sunday service at church, that I had helped coordinated, went well, was pleased. amazed at how confidentially Munchie sang out in front of a packed congregation.

Have had several messages to say how well my class performed at the worlds women's day of prayer service this afternoon, which was lovely too.

Munchie had a dreadful last thirty minutes of the day, absolutely awful. She was overtired over stimulated, auntie Sarah popped round at 5:50 to drop a book round, got spotted and came in. She and I chatted, but Munchie got silly and sillier and sillier.

All calm by 7pm.