May the Fourth

Bizarrely, my workplace has remained a constant ten degrees below the temperature outside so when I woke up to frost this morning I knew that donning the winter wardrobe was a must. I'm glad I did, as the Victorian stone-clad building was perishing, despite the cloudless skies.

Then it was off for a bit of beautifying and then a trip out to East Lothian for another promised babysitting stint. The two older lads are no problem with their Star Wars obsession and telly-watching addiction and I had no complaints about having to cuddle Wee Pete until he dropped off after a heck of a lot of milk. I'm going to try it; it could be the answer to all my problems.