Run your fingers through my soul.

Once there was that little dachshund....but he is no more, now there is this greyhound, whose name is Alfie, and he is much loved, and actually, as these things go a rather good dog. Why is he here? Because he come to first born's birthday at home. Blowing out the candles on her third cake fo the weekend, she shows great stamina we think. All that fife practice no doubt.

The grandmas nursing mugs of gin, sorry tea and trying to form conherent sentences.

First born in the restaurant with very good friends, looking a bit the worse for wear, but having a very good time. This weekend we have experienced the pangs of super tired offspring, they have been ofsteded and we are back on the occupational therapy treadmill so everyone is feeling tired and emotional this week.

Roll on half term.