Let me think...

Well, we haven't been in the garden, because that would be suicide given the sub-zero hoar frost covered landscape. We made it into town *once* and it hurt our faces with cold, so no joy there. Our car is clinically dead so we can't get out. Oh I remember! We bounce off solid walls and whine all day.

In between we read various books and build railways of various complexity all day. In our Pajamas

Painted our clay sculptures

In our Pajamas

Then we discussed the concept of art galleries (never been to one with them *hangs head*) and by making space on a bookcase shelf we made our own gallery to show our sculpture off

They are aliens, a la Mr Maker, who both boys think is the bees knees.

Watched some Postman Pat clips, because Jaws thinks he is fanastic, although I can't help but wonder... is it a co-incidence that such a small village has so many ginger-haired children when Pat, the Postman is *also* ginger-haired?? *Narrows eyes* I have my doubts over that stop-motion animation figure....

And me? Well I have the best fun of all: I referee fights, and even start some; I wipe crap up from morning to evening; I stare at frozen fog scenes out of my window and I daydream of days when I am very rich and live in a nice big house in the Perfect Location and have everything I want. It numbs the pain a little.