Rain rain go away

So I finally managed to drag #1 Son away from his nest of Lego/Minecraft/drawing/Netflix/random running and spinning and take the kidlets to the park. 

We are there less than fifteen minutes when the heavens open and it starts to rain. 

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Cue one furious TT and one despondent small boy (who, incidentally, had spent the whole walk there mumbling and grumbling about the unfairness of life and the universe in general, and of his mother in particular)
Amazon sent new diapers and wipes in a ginormous box – #1 Son, Tiny Tyrant and the cat are all fighting for it πŸ˜‚πŸ€£
The following arrived in this order

It is a loom set for #1 Son. He is very excited, and hat yarn of suitably selected colouration is winging its way. Wish I had some spare so that I could practice, but YouTube tutorials appear vaguely helpful at least. 
When he went to bed tonight he asked me to tuck him in (this is normally daddy’s job) so I peeked in at TT, only to discover the cat curled up at the foot of the cot. 
I mean yes, totally adorable and all that but sheesh cat – you do like taking risks! She was gently, but firmly, evicted. 

Author: Fliss

Wife, mum (of two), yarn-obsessed cat-slave

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