Back where she belongs

We've lost Tess to Minecraft recently.
I miss her.
I think, deep down, she misses herself a bit really.

It's interesting how her energy, appetite and even digestion seem to be different when she's not bounding around like the old Tess we know.

So we forced her out into the sunshine this evening and eventually she bounced back.

Having a laptop isn't all bad though: she's started writing a story. She has a good feel for writing and her dialogue is brilliant.

And me? I did some washing, Mum came over for a visit and I made her look at all my plants.


And, yes: tartan leggings with a stripy top. She's got her mother's fashion sense. ;o)
(and her dad's feet)