It has been a quiet and rather monotonous weekend for us. Little R was poorly, the poor mite, and so -despite various plans- he and I have stayed at home. There has been a lot of sofa-snuggling and watching of Thomas the Tank Engine. On days like these, it helps to take pleasure in tiny achievements. This weekend, they have been the potting of some herbs for my kitchen windowsill (thanks, S and D!) and the blocking of my blanket.
Sometimes, it has to be just the little things that count.