Contemplating Neep

Oh folks, I had a horrid night last night. Took ages to get to sleep in our hotbox bedroom, woke at 1:15 and was sick and couldn't get back to sleep until almost 5am... Luckily I got a much-needed injection of energy from a flying lunchtime visit from Mom, Zoe, Greg and the kids. It was so lovely to see the kids in particular as we haven't seen them properly since around this time last year, and they didn't waste any time in getting back to their favourite pastime of beating me up with plush ninja weapons. On top of getting twatted with toys and eating a sandwich, I spent my lunch answering a billion questions of "Who's that?" at all our toys and figures, going through my Sugar and Sloth stationery and being relieved of some of it, being given the nickname Mischief Girl before it was declared that I, in fact, smell of poo. Love these daft little whirlwinds.

This picture shows Freddie contemplating a cuddly Neep (before tossing it over his shoulder) whilst Lexi poses for selfies in the background.