Other than a walk to Harvey Norman to get the next batch of photos printed, the boys and I spent the day at home by ourselves, rather missing Nick! Aaron asked one too many times about lunch, so was sent off to the kitchen to make it himself. Although put that way it sounds somewhat mean - he was really very happy to set about making fried eggs and toast! Caleb pitched in and helped, and I made my own scrambled eggs (three frying pans a lot of mess resulted). Aaron's first egg had a double yolk, which is not that uncommon with free-range chickens, I'm told.