Titch and the magic blanket.

The Titch is no longer a titch at all and the blanket is only magic in my mind. 
It took ages to make but I felt the need to have a heavy, comforting, albeit frumpy, hand made, coloured blanket.
When the kids visit, they make a bee line for it and roll up in it. They look so snug and cosy.
The Titch came for lunch without warning, ate everything and had a good rest before rugby training.
Big brother L has returned from a school  trip abroad. Fortunately he returned my bose noise reducing headphones. What a relief! He had actually asked so nicely that I could not refuse to lend them to him. 
We have the builders in for a few weeks, doing major repairs on our home while we are still in it. The dust and noise are terrible so I really need those headphones and our poor dogs are having a stressful time too but it had to be done.