Something to smile at...

Today was a lovely day, until my mum called at 4.30pm to tell me my Granny fell last night and is now in hospital. Thankfully, the boss decided I would be better at home than in school for our meeting, and sent me home... I've been distracting myself by photographing my little wriggly boys and girl.

I'm trying hard not to worry- she's pulled through many times before, and we've had 6 "last Christmases", but I can't help wonder how long it will stay like that. Those of you who are of a praying disposition, please remember her in your prayers.

PS: Fishie number 4 was duly named Remus, for those who were around when we were naming him before.