Chunks

The night was spent with J feeling the effects of food poisoning. That meant Freya was the only one who got a proper night's sleep.

On the bright side we have finally plumbed in the water softening machine. It's possible, therefore, that we could see in the new year without the horrors of hard water. And I really do mean hard water. Our water is so hard it comes out of the taps in chunks. The boxed up machine had been sitting at the bottom of the staircase for so long it now feels that there is something missing. Also, the salt tablets in the machine look alarmingly like peppermint bonbons. Yes, it's possible I need some rest.

The photograph is of some characters from yesterday's shopping trip in Oxford.