Wildlife

The girl child was given one of those new-fangled colouring books aimed at adults by her cousin recently and has been fully-absorbed every since. It's slow-going, though. At the current rate of progress, she'll be picking up her old age pension before she needs to buy the second book.

I'm not sure I quite see the appeal of grown-up colouring books. Still, it could be worse. She could be hanging out on street corners with the non-colouring gang.

Busy day in work. The boy-child still hasn't found the kettle and delivered me a nice cup of coffee. He has one day left...