Days...

Turn into days turn into days; for me it's the only time of year when I am not actually sure what day it is anymore.

Popped into Big Town, sans bullet proof vests , to exchange a few gifts.

Nothing to blip; well there was loads to blip, but not if you are chasing around an almost 2 year old with a mind of her very own, a 5 year old who likes chasing pigeons and you are carrying 4 large cushions and some new boots (sale bargain couldn't resist)

So you have this - which I just caught as we parked the car up at home.