The Potting Shed

Honestly, our wee chalet is roasting. Floss put the heater on in the girls bedroom last night for them going to bed, but didn't turn it off. So this morning we were regaled by their during the night shenanigans that seemed to involve Nelly waking Betty up as she was "actually wet in her head" (ie sweating) and Betty didn't have the sense to turn the heater off so they both stripped scuddy!!! without waking us, always a bonus.
We did some Smarty Art this morning, followed by a visit to the bookshop.
In the afternoon we frequented the wonderful Potting Shed for the best cake in the Highlands, then Nelly begged to go to the soft play. Betty even deigned to go in for a short while and I amused myself watching kids poop themselves trying to go down the sheer drop slide. Nelly- already stripped to her vest- calmly put on elbow protectors and off she went time and time again with a whoop of joy each time. One poor wee lad tried many times but always bottled it.
Papa Rock for tea, then back to the chalet to continue the colouring in marathon.