Early, too early

We all slept in a bit after yesterday's big day. Then off into town, with a shovel in the boot in case of snow (not a bit here, but lots just a bit further away from the coast) for an early dinner with Mr B's parents and Aunty B. Despite being almost without voice from the tail end (hurrah) of my cold combined with way too much talking yesterday, I had a fine time. We tried a restaurant they had heard about in Morningside: it wasn't looking good when we walked into a noisy snooker hall... but once they opened the restaurant for us it was really very nice. Nothing too fancy, but everything well done.

Another late night for the kids, and a chance for me and Mr B to watch the sixth Harry Potter movie. We've decided that number four onwards are a bit scary for the kids just yet, but thought we'd better check them all out to make sure.

This fella was stretching his legs on the rug when we came back. The flash wasn't doing him any favours, hence this sliver of focus. It was too dark to really see what I was focussing on, but I prefer the ones with focus on his wing rather than his head anyway. Hopefully he'll find somewhere cosy to hide until it's really spring and we can let him out.