say cheese?

Storm eyeing up Alice's toasted cheese sandwich.

The decorating caught up with me today. My thighs are stiff from all the stretching, squatting and kneeling. I'm changing position from standing to sitting or vice versa with all the grace of an arthritic little old lady.

Next door's cat is sitting in our front garden right by our window. Storm and Grace are not happy about this at all. Much indignation! Emily is torn between joining in and keeping my lap warm...