Laughter Really Is A Tonic

It's been that sort of day, the usual Sunday morning for Joshua and I. Up early, breakfast and this week out to a very cold and windy Helston. The lads won comfortably, whilst the parents froze, a quick whizz around Sainsbury's including a fuel top up which gets more expensive each time and home.
I lit the fire, hung a picture and settled back with the Sunday Telegraph. I only read the Telegraph at the week-end now as I receive it electronically to my i-phone.
The children are laughing at the end of dinner at their Mum's story about a badger who waited by the side of the road when she used to drive to Culdrose. Presumably it was waving hello!!