1. I can’t say that making breakfast was without spills or breakages, but I can confirm that the pancakes and coffee were very tasty and that Roman had fun.
2. My spot paranoia continues, but reliably informed by Chris that the vague pimple that you can’t really see is most definitely not the pox, and that I should stop quarantining the poor boy and go out.
3. The rain suddenly comes on, Chris, several toddlers, a preschooler and a 7 yr old pile in to the teeny tiny playhouse and wait it out in a box no larger than a meter squared. Cosy.