I Like To Mosey

Sunny Saturday mornings equal us waking to the breeze blowing through the curtains, crickets cricketing and birds singing. But this sunny Saturday morning there was something else....

"PPPPPHHHHHHHHSSHHHHHHHHHHH"

"PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

What is this strange sound pulling us from dreamland? Stone and Matilda get out of bed. I hear him down the hall looking out the window.

"Look Tilly. Look at the balloons!"

What a great site to wake up to!