Sleepless Several Thousand Miles From Seattle

I've had so little sleep this weekend I'm on overdrive. Hence the blogging in the wee small hours. Anni had her birthday "sleepover" on Friday night. Who ever thought of calling them that? Nobody sleeps much, least of all me. By the time I had persuaded Anni that it was not a good idea to play guitar hero directly underneath my bedroom at 2am, Peter's snoring had kicked off.

Still, the birthday girl had fun with all her crazy friends. I think they must have sung their way through the whole collection of Singstar discs and then some...

Peter did a barbecue, our first of the year, and we brought out the crazy nose cups.

Then it was "sleep time", for which they all crashed in the new lounge.

All I can say is that I could do with a bag of their energy...