Sometimes they do get on

The sprogs dented their treasure trove of vouchers in town today. Once we'd all had enough of that nonsense (I protest too much, I had a mini splurge and was the last one standing) we went home via a visit to Dad, who has been having bad days and good days recovering from the op. Mum gave me into trouble for shearing Sam's curls off but still plied us with a plateful of chocolate biscuits including Tunnock's tea cakes, Scotland's national biscuit (well, in my house anyway).