Paradise

Off into Carlisle today for the kids to spend their Christmas money - and, turns out, for me to buy them shoes.

Mr B hid in the car reading the Economist, sensible chap. I tried not to be infuriated by the world.

Home for lounging, dinner and a few rounds of charades. Dad is part way through Paradise City here. Mam just talked through the whole thing (when she was charading) and stayed silent for the receiving parts.

Packing beckons, again.