positional unexpectednesses

Almost there. Almost. Perhaps tomorrow, though that's scheduled to be a badminton-related picture again.

In other news, the wingpiglet only needs one more successful evening's weeing-in-the-potty to get a full week. There's not been much in there the past twice but he's getting much better at accurately predicting when he needs to sit down, rather than insisting on sitting on it for half an hour whilst reading books on the offchance that he might do something during that time. Soon it will be time to start getting up a wee bit earlier in the morning to dice with urinary peril when he's getting out of his pyjamas rather than into them.