Buns

Here they are, enjoying lunch. Lots of lazing around today for the three smallest family members (buns plus CarbBoy - who has requested a name change to EggBoy, which I am resisting) while TallGirl scrubbed her room ready for a sleepover, and I laundered the holiday, shuffled money, and baked buns and biscuits.

Meanwhile, and for several hours of the sleeping that preceding all that, Mr B sat on his ass at 32,000 feet. His 12 hour flight to Amsterdam arrived 6 minutes early; the short hop to Toulouse is late.