Under attack...

From Little un and the pile of bears...   

We had a visit from my pal Rory today... an average day, with normal demands from Little un... play cars... read a story... dress as a witch and run around the house... sit in a circus tent and be buried by bears... fortunately he survived (and enjoyed the experience)  and was despatched safe and sound this afternoon, leaving me with a tired but happy Tiddlypom...