Something a bit different

Not up to early this morning, partly due to not wanting to stir my bones and partly because I was finishing the book on the left. The one on the right is the next in line: a children’s book which will be a bit different to the sometimes gruesome detective fiction. Not a lot else achieved other than two walks and some telly watching. “The Railway Children” this afternoon for the umpteenth time, although I missed the end thanks to Bailey insisting on a walk. It’s the beginning I never really see properly so he was forgiven.

In extras, who needs an advent calendar when your left leg is a different set of colours every day.