Sunday morning faces

At 7:25 (8:25 in the old money) when Andy and George woke me up, I probably looked like the pumpkin on the left - while they resembled the one on the right.

It certainly didn't feel like I'd had that fabled "extra hour in bed"... though I suppose technically I had.

As I was trying to wake up while they were playing a complicated Age of Empires/K'nex game of their own devising, I became aware of a dripping sound ... which turned out to be liquefying pumpkins on the mantelpiece. Ew.

Funny how pumpkin juice in Harry Potter stories is meant to be delicious; the lads were less tempted by the real thing.