This one is for Ian's cousins - just a peek at life here right around bedtime. If you think you don't want to go to bed. . .
But first, a little rhyme comes to mind.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
upstairs, downstairs, in his nightgown
blah, blah, blah,
Are the children in bed, for it is nearly 8 o'clock?
by Mother Goose (I think)
Anyway, sorry this is so dark - he was supposed to be sleeping after all.