We’re off to a local kids-stuff jumble sale type thing. Isa’s shattered as Lola, having slept and fed peacefully all day, kept Mum up a lot of the night. Hopefully, an outing will tire her out a bit and she and Isa can spend the rest of the day crashed out on the sofa while we watch the Wimbledon finals.
On a different tack, I must get into the habbit of making little blog postings — I’ve not written any this week; I think because I’m thi nking I have to sit down and write it all at once. Silly boy.
