It was a beautiful day; we spent the afternoon outside taking advantage. The kids were excited to have removed the covering from the igloo. Seems people have stopped touching the play structure so for the moment we will leave it out front and hope for the best.
Elizabeth was doing her piano lesson and Matthew was supposed to be bringing in the various detritus the kids had left out front when Matthew apparently tripped and grievously wounded himself. At first I was inclined to be "it's a scrape, kid - no need to caterwaul like that" but he screamed for more than half an hour to the point where I wondered whether he'd broken something. Eventually Pat Patrouille was deemed a suitable distraction and he managed to pull himself together enough to proceed with the planned entertainment for the evening.