The Churds Are Burping

My Dear Princess and Dear Fat Pete,

This is our back garden. It is not much to look at just yet, I admit. But still, I'm really liking it. 

Caro put out a bowl of bird food and it took just a few hours for the neighbourhood sparrows to figure it out. 

The nice thing about our house is that our couch points at the back door so I can sit and look at the bird life directly from where I am. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. 

The boys are also into it, naturally. They're both getting into sitting by the back windows and staring out, which is exactly what we were both hoping for. 

But sitting and looking out of the window was about all I was up to today. I'm going to pull the old line of, "I wasn't hungover, just tired." Because I really DIDN'T feel hungover. 

Just tired. So. So. Tired. I've felt this way all week. 

Next weekend - NO CONCERTS - I plan to do almost feck all* and to be honest, probably not that much this week either. 

S.

* As Tiger and Loulou are away this weekend, we will be visting their pussycat. But that's not a chore. She's a lovely wee thing.