Bruce is in da house.

Couldn't sleep 'til 1.30am so after a refreshing 3 hours of dozing I dragged myself out of bed to brave the one and a half hour ride to Heathrow in an eerily empty tube. Of course there was track work... we were late.
Now our day consists of washing clothes, sleeping, cups of tea, listening to stories from South America and parading our new baby Alpaca wool scarves.