Painting

I woke up this morning, full of cold. I'd like to blame it on yesterday's muddy exploits, but I think I was already coming down with something yesterday. Carys was at yet another party this morning, but luckily two other Mum's were happy to take and pick up, so Jim went back to bed (having got up with the kids to allow me to sleep in) while W and I painted this racing car he got for his birthday and then did jigsaws.

When Carys returned it was time for a Sunday film (and a pile of ironing) in PJ's, a winter tradition I have really enjoyed, but one that I will be quite pleased to see the back of, only because it will mean that Spring has finally come.