Toy Trains

We had some children round to play today. Ostensibly their parents were visiting our parents, but we know really that the two little boys had come to play with our Brio. It's been in the loft for years. With the youngest of us now aged fifteen, I think we're deemed to have outgrown it, but it's simply not true. Both our small visitors had lost interest and wandered off to find the Hairy Maclary books long before Ed and Thom had finished trying to make the track fit around the entire sitting room.

OK, and me too. There's something slightly addictive about Brio :)