Masked

We had a Fun-with-Flumlet day, being entertained in a number of ways but this was the best. He spied my stock of sequin waste and duly constructed himself a face mask and decorated it with more in a different pattern and other bits and bobs.

Before that he had a climbing session at Eden Rock under the supervision of Mr Flum, while I was banished to the seating upstairs with my coffee as all the cafe seating was occupied. (I hope you noticed, Blipchums, that I used the solitude gainfully by catching up on commenting).

We were safely ensconced at home with our lunch by the time the rain began in earnest and so filled the afternoon with Flumlet-directed fun, delivering him home for his tea.