The sun was shining, so I skipped yoga and we all went to have breakfast in the park. Yes, all of us: A mummy, a daddy, two cameras, a trike and a
baby little girl. Then we sought sanctuary from the rugby crowds and played in the garden (Isobel), lit a barbecue (PD), drank wine (me) - a very even distribution of labour if you ask me.
Yes, that is corn-on-the-cob and a pair of flintstonesque ribs. Believe you me the high chair came off worse.