Dinner again

A busier than average Sunday.

There was even some garden work - planting and tidying - with some keen assistance from CarbBoy, and a disappearing act from TallGirl who urgently had to calculate something to do with light years.

Later, Mr B spent more of Sunday than planned on a bus, in the annual Andorran traffic jam. But he was finally at the airport a mere two hours late, and home in time for this late, but mercifully light, dinner.

Why do the rabbits like sleeping in their litter tray? And I seem to have forgotten to mention last night's brief panic that Piper had changed gender. (Don't think she really has, though I was much criticised for not wanting to feel the evidence.)