Not much to smile about

Chewed up, poked, prodded, spat out, dragged around the garden, stood upon, sat upon, slept upon and discarded. Not much fun being a dog toy.

Mr A has (reluctantly) gone back to work today, and Elliot went off for an unexpected sleepover this afternoon. I took Tristan for a hair cut (there was a LOT of hair to get rid of), and Hannah sat down to write her Christmas thank you cards.

Homemade soup for tea, and an evening of work beckons...