Fairy Lights

Had just been enjoying an early morning cuppa and been commenting on Giacomo's interesting blip on sunlight and the psyche when I wandered back into the kitchen and spotted Knutsford's own aurora borealis eminating from a rather garish bottle of (mild pink) Fairy Liquid.

The light seemed to be trying to interact with the kettle like some bad Sci-Fi movie (bit I think the subliminal message is simply that MrsB is still waiting for her tea in bed).

Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, and bring me love!