after a very full babies weekend i am shattered. there were no trains this weekend (which we found out on friday evening) and so Bess had to be collected from a station on another line – this wasn’t a problem, except for the lengthy walk to get to the city to catch aforesaid train. this involved the infamous McElhone Stairs x3 trips. ouch.
we purchased a quasi-lamb underlay from Woolies Town Hall on the way home to ward off the extreme cold.
it is extremely cold. so cold that i managed to persuade fenton to don a pair of warm gloves, which i purchased (along with a charming pink beanie**) from one of those hellish we’ve-got-boy-london-watches-only-$10 shops. so cold that fenton actually admitted that it *was* cold. the cold obviously had an adverse affect on my cheekiness level as i managed resist the temptation to retort, “what, this is not the same temperature as a bright summer’s day in Wellington?”