Yellow.

One of the nice things about being home through the day I that I can choose when to stop for lunch; I can choose when to play with the light.

One of the not nice things about being home through the day is that it means that I'm not quite right, (some might say far fae richt!).

Continuing in the same colour contrast vein as yesterday, the daughter was persuaded to wear the glove. She gave a wicked laugh when she realised the cats were interested in what she was doing - and that there was water in the mister. Wouldn't get me doing that. Serves her right if she gets scratched!