Wynter cooks up a night of ebony and ice

There was the tiniest dusting of snow this morning - enough for the first person out to leave footprints. Maybe by this afternoon there'll be more

.....there wasn't. Fitful flurries on and off led to no coverage. In the afternoon we collected the newly cloned Pops, reborn from her own ashes or whatever, and went down to Pirate Petes for some midweek action. The entire complex was nearly deserted, the 2 members of staff we saw must have been on a bonus scheme for how many lights they could turn off, and we had the place to ourselves: all ballpit balls were put away and I think they'd even hoovered. Soon we discovered an 

Quick....let's move.....this thing..............over there!!!

unknown Rosie playing there on her own who joined in our games. Pops still had a cough so she wasn't as ebullient as us, poor girl. The three of us joined forces to remove every item but one from the toddler's pit and pile them all up under the rope bridge (reason forgotten).

Meanwhile Bud chased us and threw balls at us (Rosie was good at fighting back) and miraculously he didn't hurt any of us. After an hour Pops was a bit pale so we vamoosed, abandoning the one remaining member of staff to put all the ballpit balls away again and wonder why all little kids move all the padded furniture from one end of the room to the other.