Pic-a-nic

C's current favourite word.  Pic-a-nic.  We have had them in the summer house; on the deck; in the lounge (usually out of bounds for food hence this) and now more recently on one horrible, cold and rainy day, here:

Yes, C banged her head a few times whilst going to get supplies and yes, Nanny did have to spray muscle relaxant on Grandad's twisted shoulder and neck the next day.  But apparently it was worth it.  I didn't get an invite because I was tucked up in bed riddled with cold, but I couldn't resist nabbing just one photo.

Good old Grandad.