A hot bath and a glass of port. No photos, sorry.
It was a long day, capped off by a very long evening of homework woes (both kids) and the existential angst of a little boy whose formidable intelligence way outstrips his ability to cope with the possibilities it presents to him.
Plus a deadline I am pushing right to the wall.
I would have skipped the happy altogether if I hadn't promised the blog.
It was nice port.