Look at these roses! Friends brought them a week past Saturday and they're still beautiful. Well done, Marks and Spencer.
The weather continues autumnally lovely. Soon I must rescue some of these plants and bring them into the house. The ones on the step are mainly fuchsias that I would have repotted earlier in the year but spent all my spare time visiting Mum in hospital so it never got done. But I'll have lots of time next year. (Possibly.)
If you forced a cat to sleep in a shoebox, it would be thought cruel. (Daughter 2 bought some boots at the weekend.)
Similarly, people would frown on forcing a baby to crawl through the legs of a table. He likes it, though.
See - he's fine. And he's wearing such a manly cardigan.
Though he is a bit of a menace... .
He's added his stolen booty to the stones that he plays with in his bowls. He's a very busy chap.
And today, Daughter 1 had her 20-week scan. Volume 2's a girl! I restrained myself from scooping up lots of pink things at the supermarket afterwards, but these bootees somehow jumped into the trolley. A girl! Boy babies are very nice indeed but it's lovely to have a daughter. Can't wait to see her now... .