Snapshots V

Sunday Mystery is spending more time in the house. Eldest gets picked up from a 'sleepover party', spends the rest of day in pyjamas. Youngest takes me on a shopping excursion to find a game he doesn't really need. Against my better instincts I try to watch West Ham vs Stoke, it is a better game than expected but I don't get to see it all.

When Sunday quickly begins to disappear over the horizon we realise that we don't really know where Mystery is. A search of the house finds her hiding under a bed, she scarpers from there and disappears again (befitting her new name), she is both small and nimble. She is also a pain in the ass to get out of the house. On two occasions she manages to sprint past me, admittedly not difficult, turning a peaceful retirement to bed into something resembling a farce. This can't go on.