A Message in Morse

A day of laziness, what can I say. I didn't go out. I didn't get dressed. I did Minecraft and I did read Harry Potter 7 and I sang to my Lego but all in pyjamas.
At one point the intellectually challenged child next door stopped going woo. This has only happened once before and we discovered that it was because it was off visiting relatives for Xmas, and presumably, woo-ing at them for the duration. But the reason for this break in the incessant Woo Program was that it had discovered the pleasing noise that could be produced if you bang the radiator pipes with some hard object, for example, a spoon. This continued for some while until the mother of said angelic infant lost her rag totally and screamed at it, whereupon it went waa, which was at least a refreshing, if temporary change from woo.  Later we assembled the vintage "Anchor" wooden adjustable tapestry frame that we inherited from Obscure Cousin Margaret. Jof does not want to start tapestering so we might give it to a haberdashery shop to put in their window as shabby chic, like that old emergency industrial life-saving device that now graces the window of the scuba diving and safety training shop near the seafront.
Even later we played the first round of "Hotel Tycoon" which is a brightly coloured board game where you have to build the hotels and stuff out of folded card, very fiddly. The playing pieces are little plastic planes and already I've got far more money than Jof.