It may be cold outside...

But when there's a hammock there's always a bit of the Caribbean feel in your front room.

Our visitors have headed off and Tom is bereft - the kind of bereft you get from having two high energy mates to play with non-stop for 24 hours with bugger all sleep. There were tears when I asked him to get dressed because we were going to the park. 'Tired and emotional', honestly, you'd think he was the one that emptied all those bottles...

The hammock has been reclaimed. By me. For a few minutes at least.