It was a rainy old Caturday at chez Q. Perfect for a day of quiet pottering round. The mumster was keen on budgetising and not spending any money. So food was dug out of the fridge and not a penny was spent.
As you can see, now I am not going to sleep on the bed mum made for me. She had to wash the top towel due to my heaving up at 3am during the week, and now I don't like it as much. Instead I'm going to sleep on her backpack.