lovers of lighthouse

So daft was the wingpiglet's awakening-time this morning that it was looking like he's need a nap in the morning to prevent extreme grumpiness kicking in, but he resisted being popped into his bed and didn't appear keen on going out on the bike (which usually results in instant dropping-off when he's sufficiently tired) but did want to go to the shops to help his mum buy her birthday boots. After lunch he seemed more amenable to popping out to buy him a bike hat now that his head protrudes beyond the wings of the bikeseat but then fell asleep one minute out of the door, resulting in a complicated route to the shop via the hill (the first time using the sparebike, which coped fine despite the extra load despite having been quite difficult to get up Alnwickhill Road).