The Huff

The kids spent quality time with gran and grandad, running them ragged at soft play. They then got the bus back home only to get caught in a sleety downpour walking from the bus stop to our house. The kids didn't seem to mind too much being used to this weather but, from leaving 22 degrees in Spain, gran and grandad were chilled to the bone.

After dinner the kids love running laps round the kitchen table and we're alway more than happy for them to do so in the hope that they'll collapse into bed quicker. Today they wanted balloons tied to them too. So far so good. Then what appeared to be a harmless conversation about possibly being snowed in and having to stay in bed all day being fed by me suddenly became a tearful affair with Miss A stomping off in a huff. Something to do with my cooking perhaps?

Roll on tomorrow and Little D's birthday!