Henna tattoos

Before we all went away, I let Amelia buy some probably really dodgy henna tattoo paste off eBay. In a rare moment of sibling peacefulness, Ben let Amelia tattoo him this evening.

Another lazy day. I ventured out to Waitrose and promptly remembered why I hate British drivers: I got shouted at by some w**ker for not indicating. I was going straight on. Tit. 

And that's it. I have cider, a Thai green curry and telly to look forward to. Happy Friday.