Slate blue

Who should come visiting at lunchtime again than my big blue boy, P, from next door.  After an enthusiastic session on the rug with the magic herbs he settled on 'his' chair and went to sleep, except that Auntie Arell had to get back to work.

My cold might be on its way out at last but I still managed nose bleed no.3 at breakfast time.  The cold virus can get in the bin.