Tuesday, July 19


Tell me, Mr Murdoch, Master Murdoch and Ms Brooks, would your mothers be proud?

Friday, July 8


We are gathering the essentials for a few nights away, and watching the rain splosh down and hoping it might stop long enough for us to have a bit of beachside larking about.

As tradition dictates, I have been out to shop and bought a special item for each of the smalls to eat on holiday. Therefore this morning has been punctuated by excited little cries along these lines:

Bounce: "Yay cocoa pops!"
Lapin: "Watermelon!"
Bounce: "Chocolate!"
Lapin: "Nectarines!"

I think that says everything about their tastes.