Signs of the 70s

They are all there, the orange swirly carpet, the soda syphon, the brown glassware, the "dress" that goes absolutely nowhere to cover my knickers and the cool white telly. I am guessing this is 1972 - wasnt I the business with my fluffy slippers?

Lie in, wander to town, deposit Daisy at her friends, collected Will's friend (for Harry Potter fest and Skylanders session respectively). I am making cauliflower cheese for tea.

I do love Saturdays.