Let my imagination run wild during a 'staying in' play session with Gramps. The snowy conditions meant that we were in the best place... and it got even better when I introduced the pirate-infused storyline.
Within a matter of minutes, my bedroom floor was a treacherous sea in the throes of a storm of the like we've never seen.
Thankfully my pirate ship (aka my sleeping quarters) and Gramps' raft (aka the sofa) served us well.
Although Buzz Lightyear hasn't forgiven me for making him be the first to walk the plank. I really don't know how many more times I can say sorry.

Thought about what I was thankful for.
Aunty Tash's other half is from across the pond, so the whole Thanksgiving thing came up this week at Telfer Towers.
Now it's not that I don't fully acknowledge that I have a very lovely life, and appreciate it very muchly [corr], but during my pondering, it did become hard to separate the meaningful from the trivial.
And then I realised... I'm apparently obliged to be thankful for everything... there's nothing which is said to me or given to me when I'm not expected to say 'thank you'.
I'm all for good manners, but sometimes I'll express a dollop of gushing gratitude for something that turns out to be RUBBISH. That Toy Story 3D magazine would be a shining case in point.