Best Gate

I'm not sure which is best - running into the rising sun and arriving back home a happy melting heap, or cycling into the setting sun and arriving back home a happy shivering heap.

I'll keep doing both until I've decided.

The boys and I had WORDS today. They were bickering over whose turn it was to feed the cats and whether vacuuming the sitting room was a bigger job (ie more unfair) than vacuuming the stairs.

I asked them when they last saw me sitting on the sofa... that larn'd 'em.