maybe raaarrgh

I think my copy of Edgar's winter festive acquisition information-book might have been a casualty of my parent's pre-move clear-out, but I'm reasonably sure I can tell which of the pages and images have been updated, subtly or otherwise. Amos is at least now at the stage of being able to try and unwrap them and of realising that whatever is inside is in some way now his, though didn't seem to care what he got with the exception of a swiftly-adopted semi-articulated dimetrodon from the big box of bargain plastic beasties, whilst Edgar got a wee torch projector thing for projecting images of similar sorts of thing onto the walls.

Whilst mostly confined to the house I at least got to pop out for some minimal exercise and air when it turned out that the vegetables had been left in Porty.