Curled up for winter

A bit less grumpy, and although JJ has moved my printer back to its original position, it has taken him the best part of the afternoon to get it to print.  Let sleeping printers lie is all I can say.

Friends called round for afternoon tea and now it's an early dinner to prepare before Camera Club for me and football training duties for JJ.

I've decided I'd like Boris to lose his seat next week.