Sunday, Bloody Nice Sunday

Sundays are my favourite days. We get up early to watch Corrie Street, the "we" in this equation being fairly loosely defined since really I only get up for a few minutes, also the "early"...thanks to timeshifting. Today Mrs. Peeps bravely got out of bed at 8:30 -- it was brave considering the shape in which she got into it at 3:30 am after arriving home in quite an inappropriate state from a Gin Party -- but she wasn't long for this world and a Corrie Street nap was had instead. As naps are my favourite things EVER, I was quite amenable to this plan. She and Mr. Peeps eventually rolled out into the sun to forage for some sustenance which I gather also has a relatively loose definition since I would have thought it involved food but it involved both food and yarn. Interesting. Nevertheless, they have come back to me for more napping and general Sunday lounging (and my obligatory weekly posting apparently!). Peace out.