Getting out of bed this morning was hard enough as the dreaded lurgy hit me two nights ago, and whilst I am loads better another 38 hours sleep wouldn't go astray. But after Mr Freckle and I played the wordless heater on/off game (I turn it on cause I am freezing/he turns it off because I swear that man has the Sahara inside him/I turn it on because I can't feel my fingertips/he turns it off because cold is refreshing etc etc) he went outside to take a couple of Freckles to school and this is what he discovered:
(Note: Grandma slipper. I am not ashamed of my grandma slippers).
So, to my neighbours, I apologise for the loud excited squeals of children running on the front lawn at 7:45 this morning screaming something along the lines of "i need my slippers on" and "wow, it's like a slushy on my feet". I can't guarantee it won't happen again but I assure you next time they will have their slippers on!
Slippers for all! No shame required.
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