Taking off

The nephews are staying over whilst their parents ponce around at some uber-cool literary festival (with added music in 7" format).

For pudding they had orang-utan (meringue), strawberries and cream. They think I'm the best auntie ever when I give them this, or at least I like to think that's what they think.

Never ones to miss out we are going to a Spaceport launch party. I have no idea what that involves.

I hope for the sake of all the little sleeping earthlings (left in my mothers brave care) that we come back down to earth before they get up.

Could be an extra terrestrial morning.