All alone, with my family. Which at the moment includes a three-year-old with a stomach flu. She threw up Scotch eggs all over my vintage Sandman t-shirt today. Yes, I was wearing it at the time. All over my shirt, all over my jeans, all over me. Fun. Almost as much fun as five minutes ago when she threw up bananas all over her bed.
But, in the interests of actually amusing you rather than grossing you out, here is the picture of the Princess wearing the birthday gift she insisted on getting last summer.