Tug of War

Despite the lovely sunny day, when i would rather have been outside, chores were necessary.

Son no. 3 is having a bad time and for reasons i dont need to write about finds himself homeless. This meant that with very little notice i had to move all the stuff that was stored in our spare box room (anyone with a spare room knows it soon becomes the room to store everything that doesnt have a natural home somewhere else) to make room for all his stuff that is now in there instead.

All this as well as the usual weekend washing, cleaning etc.

The day was lightened by a visit, albeit a short one from the 2 granddaughters. Mollie, aged 5 likes nothing better than a game with Jasper. Today it was tug of war.

Back to work tomorrow.