Snorting peas

One of those Sundays when no one felt like doing much so we ended working ourselves to a frazzle cleaning and tidying, initially with the idea that the flooring that has lain in the hallway since Ewan's room was sorted ages ago should finally be put down. That extended to a full-scale clear out of both their rooms, which took all day.

Fed up with the hit-and-miss effort of getting peas onto a fork, Ellen usually resorts to some version of direct scraping, bordering on inhalation.