G, how wonderful that eldest son fills you with such pride, you only have yourself to blame!!!
My son is still at the lego/different handwriting every day/don’t like vegetables/can you wipe my bottom/3×3=5/kiss the finger better stage…he took a bath yesterday with HIM, when he got in he asked “Have you wee wee’d in here yet Daddy?”. I’m not sure this bodes too well for the future, let’s wait and see.
I have had the builders here this morning; the torrential rain in Spa Town brought down a small part of the ceiling. Indiana Jones style the beefy builder got here in 5 minutes, climbed his multi runged ladder, grinned a little and……………unblocked the down pipe. Women!!!
Ellie xoxoxox
Just what I needed Ellie – your post made me smile out loud (so to speak) – negates some of the dreary feeling that's come over me a) because of incessant rain and my abject fear of leaks (water is the most dangerous thing for an ancient old barn like ours) and b) because it's almost time to go to pilates! Gracie xx