Hair Colour and Lego

I am absolutely knackered... who'd have thought that two small boys could wear me out more than digging the vegetable plot or shifting compost bags? I'm out of practice I suppose! They have been very good, but the constant questions and chatter is something I'm definitely not used to... my cats by comparison, will meow or chirp now and again, and they don't require an indepth response, more of a "hello gorgeous girl or boy", is enough to satisfy them.

We have covered various topics; from the colour of my hair and is it natural... to how my beloved actually died, with talk of how to poison someone without being detected (these two topics not being related), and would a piece of Lego in the ear require a hospital visit?

Tomorrow I'm taking them along to the Green Gym, and they have baked a variety of Muffins and some Cheese Straws to give to everyone, (I made them scrub their hands thoroughly so as not to cause the deaths of some of the older members of the group).

Meanwhile, Pebble has disappeared to the plot of wasteland next door... he still hasn't regained his confidence after being hounded out of his Den (the underneath of the Sofa Bed), when the neighbours looked after them while I was away. He will wander in later tonight once he's sure there are no interlopers in the house. I shall soak my weary aching shoulders in a hot bath and I may just have a Gin and Tonic tonight... better leave it 'til Friday when I really will need it!