Woke up to the sound of something loud from the kitchen. Apparently Mum took it upon herself to make a cup of tea by taking our kettle and yanking the top off like a Greek God does to the head of an unenlightened mortal. 6 years that kettle served us but it bought the farm just in time for Black Friday at least. A replacement unit was bought and no harm was done.
Before mum fled the scene of the crime we took her up North Street to see the Sunday Market and to eat some pokebowls. I also got a haircut out of the deal. I hope she had a good little weekend in town with us - shame the weather always has other plans but we kept on smiling even in a downpour.
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