Nothing much has happened but I've been looking back at my weekend pictures, in which Granddaughter, having been face-painted at a school fete, shows off her butterfly face for the camera.
And Grandson smiles gleefully, mid-bubble fest.
And they both run about after the bubbles. That was a good day, though we missed Daughter 2, who has now safely arrived in New York and is having a good time.
Today, she and her husband updated their eleven-year-old photo of themselves up the Empire State Building. I've been there too - in 1970. I don't think I want to compare a photo of myself then and now... .