Christmas Cat

I felt absolutely dreadful this morning. I just managed to drag myself out of bed and get the children ready for school and nursery. It took all my energy to get them dropped off on time. P asked why I was still in my pyjamas and I said because I was going back to bed...and I was! (Although I had my joggers on, not quite as bad as going out in my pj's!)

I went back to bed for an hour or so then sat and watched Bridget Jones' Baby whilst snuggled under a blanket on the sofa. Peace was shattered however by 2pm when mum and dad turned up with A. Luckily I was starting to feel much better. They had also brought me some lunch, so I couldn't complain too much.

(Qwerty played along with me this evening and let me take a nice 'Qwerty's 1st Christmas' photo)