When I take a photo of my daughter with her Great Grandma
And this is the view in my mirror on the way back to my mummy's house.
Then I spend a lovely evening outside at Apple Tree Cafe with my best friend Miss B, and the brushing on my foot is my napkin, not a mouse.
And I seriously start wondering about moving home.
1 comment:
Tht looks like a perfect day to me. I love it when they drop off in the car. They look so sweet.
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