Easter Saturday crash

Good Friday was up and out first thing in the morning, and heading up to Teesside for a family Easter.

A nice meal (considering I'd chundered first thing on the morning and felt like shit all day), and then round to see our relatives recently extended house.

Ciarán had a ball all weekend, but John was just mesmerised that he could walk from the living room to the kitchen and back to the living room. He did this for hours. Poor mite must hate our house with all it's stairs (we have 4 floors - kitchen in the old cellar, and his room in the loft) which keep him a little bit more contained :)

This photo was snapped by Ciarán (you can see him reflected in the glasses), as John was trying to wake me up, after my lovely lunch.