My wonderful daughter, Charli, insisted on getting up at 6am sharp once again. I guess a strange perk of this bizarre morning ritual is that I get to see the wonderful sunrises that life has to offer. Here’s this mornings rather nice effort (above).
I don’t know, maybe it’s the chips? Who cares anyway – I mean who can complain when you have two little beauties.
I’ll leave you with tonight’s sunset. The two angels are asleep (I think) and I’ve cracked open a beer and got a red wine for the missus.
Life is good. Mostly.