Saturday morning I served the boys a hearty continental breakfast (ok ok the bread needing eating up) which they loved to begin 'treat day',
At 10.45 we set off at to catch the tram to town in thick jumpers and woolly socks. By 10.50 we were back to get kitted out in woolly hats, scarves and gloves, where has this cold spell suddenly come from? Off we set again.
The events that follow take place over both the Saturday and Sunday but for continuity have been posted as one.
