Even 9 year old boys...

...aren't too old to enjoy a nice big cardboard box. He's still playing in it as I type!

A nice crisp and frosty morning today, made such a change from the rain. Work was fine, I was up early again marking. Such hard work, dragging myself out of bed, but I think it is worth it. I am just over a third of the way through, with the worst bit done.

At home, Marc has fitted the new cooker hood: horrible ugly thing it is, but I suppose it is better than living with the greasy shelves.