Back home

Monday was reasonably uneventful to start with, but as our departure neared, it got a bit more complicated.  Once we closed down our suitcase, it turned out that neither of us could lift it. At the same time Stephen was working on his podcasts with a girl in his office and we were under strict orders not to disturb them.

Xander, Lucy, Stephen and Elian a good few years back

Normally we would have been able to pull the suitcase along the lane to the station, but due to its weight, that was out of the question.  In the last minute, with still no sign of Stephen emerging from his office, Lucy came to our rescue. She turned up with the boys and we grabbed her for a quick lift, which she agreed to do. We also saw the little monsters for a few seconds, during which Elian enquired: "Is Callum around?" He looked a bit glum when I told him he has gone home on Saturday.

The train came fairly quickly, we struggled with the two ton case onto and off the train and arrived in the airport extremely early. No bother, I had a book to read and it was so fortunate to get a lift from Lucy that a bit of waiting did not matter at all. The irony of our situation came later.  Having arrived at least an hour early, we then found out the flight was late.  35 minutes at first, then 45 minutes then an hour etc., etc.

We are back with Easy since Norwegian left the BP route

Once we were finally boarded it turned out that the airline managed to lose a baby from the flight manifest and that took another hour and half to sort out. While this was going on I fell in love with the very young and extremely handsome pilot of our plane, watching him fight the authorities tooth and nail not to chuck the family, who was totally innocent in the matter, off the plane. So we finally left about 3 hours late, having arrived an hour early it seemed that we have spent the whole day first in the aiport and then in the plane on the tarmac.

The flight itself was fine and we were indoors by 10:30pm, having decided to splash out on a taxi, as we were both completely done in. The flat was very hot, airless and stuffy. We opened the courtyard windows and tried to recover from the day. Tuesday was the day of the tooth extraction which I wasn't looking forward to.  As I haven't yet met the dentist who was doing it I was a tad concerned, but he turned out to be quite nice too. This dental surgery obviously puts it into their requirements for employment there, a nice and friendly disposition. Once it was over I was not in much pain and we departed on the bus, rather than having to take a taxi again.

Our closest big market at Hunyadi Square

Not only that we were using public transport, but I agreed to go and sort my phones out and do some food shopping before getting home. The phone shop had a different bloke in it, but if anything, he was even nicer than the usual chap, who is nice enough for my liking. This one was quite handsome and fixed everything in about 5 minutes. He sold us a SIM card adapter for one of the nano SIM cards and managed to insert each card in a phone, that I have hung onto (wisely) from the past.  I am lucky that they both still work, so now I can communicate with the world - and the world can communicate with me - again.

The market was a bit empty, so we quickly got what we wanted and hoped to get home fast. It was at this time that I started wondering if it was wise to do this much straight after a major tooth extraction. I suddenly felt dizzy and very tired, but finally managed to drag myself home and collapse once indoors. The plug that was put in the hole where my tooth was fell out after a few hours, but the pain was bearable and I started reviving slowly.

Wednesday was spent catching up on the computer, unpacking, putting away, cooking and generally trying to recover. As I am planning a good few geocaching trips, I was also writing lists and doing little maps to aid the search. In fact, September is the month of catch up for me, as I have been suffering from geocaching withdrawal. This year there have been two long gaps, the first one in the late winter/eary spring, when I was ill and also worrying about Roy. The second one was just now, being away for a month in England, while delightful with the family, was also zero caching. Several friends are either coming to Ber or us going to them for weekends, to make up for them missing my birthday hike, and I proposed we are going caching while hiking. That needs planning and recuperating fits in with that.

Planned tri with Ros and Ian

Thursday was the day I had to go back to my not very favourite private clinic for laboratory tests, in preparation for the repeated colonoscopy/gastroscopy, which is due next week. We were very early, but there was no waiting and I was in and out in a giffy. I brought a urine sample, which apparently was not necessary, but I requested a full screen of  it which will be extra. At the end I went to pay for the extra test, but the young man there tried to bill me for another one, which was also extra, but not at my request. Apparently, if you are on blood thinners you have to have another test, but as that is part of the preparation for the repeated procedure, should be gratis. I protested and he accepted it.  It is not about the money here, but about the principle. They should count themselves lucky that I have not sued them, or they would have ended up with a lot more expense than just doing it again for nothing.

And today we are still indoors and considering some activity away from the flat, as we are both getting stir crazy in here. I was looking to do some caching, but there is nothing close and easy enough to do by public transport, so we will probably go a bit further afield if the weather is good.

We are spending the weekend with Laci and Marti in Csobánka, (the first one of the birthday catch up visits), so that should be fun. Next post after that.

Third week

You may remember that after my last post I was hoping for a relaxing day in St. Columb with Roy and Sheila.  Fat chance!! I managed to spend almost the entire day with trying to sort two disasters (or potential disasters) on the phone.

Cornish scone, clotted cream and golden syrup with tea

Disaster no. 1: My phone suddenly went strange in not having any coverage. I thought it was the area network that was responsible, but no - other people were OK. In the meantime the battery was getting a bit slow as well, so I thought I might try that update which I have been putting off for ages, as that might fix it.  That was probably the daftest idea I have ever had.  My suspicion of updates was totally justified while I watched the update completely discombubulate my telephone. When I tried phoning it told me that I couldn't. Not much later the phone call app had disappeared, while the battery had stopped working altogether.

Welsh dresser in the St. Mawgan tearooms

When I got in touch with the Wileyfox customer service, I got a novice who tried to tell me everything
that we tried a year ago and it didn't work even then.  I threw my toys our of my pram and finally got through to his supervisor who agreed that I can send it back by post, which I did the following day. I was going to have to wait until I could find somebody who could remove my SIM cards, but at lunch with Alex he produced the required little gadget and removed them for me. Hopefully, it should arrive back at Ros and Ian's before they come over in September, but until then I will be without a phone, unless I can find that at least one of my SIM cards fits at least one of my old, but still working, phones. This I will find out once I took them to the helpful little chap on the Körút at home.

Medieval sculpture in St. Mawgan churchyard

Disaster no. 2: A bit before the update totally bricked my phone, I received a call from Irenke at home that the alarm on the Bunkhouse has been going on all morning and she was wondering how she could turn it off.  I explained and she said she would have a go and I could ring her back in half an hour.  When I did that she said it didn't work. In the meantime Roy thought that it is the battery dying and that would mean that fairly soon it would die anyway and shut up. However, just to be on the safe side I rang the alarm bloke and asked him if he was willing to come out while we are still away to put a new battery in if that was the trouble, or if not, just disconnect it completely so it doesn't keep going off. When I rang Irenke back she said the sound is gone.  She thought she turned it off and I let her think that, but it was more likely that the battery died.

Tearoom gardens through the window

Once all this was sorted I had no time or energy to go and see the family at their leisure park, so we only saw them again on Wednesday. Alex was due about 10:30 am so I packed up and posted my phone to be repaired and when I got back from the Post Office Alex and Callum were already there. I heard that living without WiFi was hard for both of them, so that explained their early arrival.

We went to fetch Meaghan, Stephen and the kids, so that we could go to lunch at The Hikers' Rest. We got there as they were opening up and managed to grab the biggest table I have ever seen in a pub. Considering that there was  9 of us (Sheila, Roy, me, Alex, Meaghan, Callum, Stephen, Elian and Xander) we were very comfortable round it.

Mawganporth beach

After all that food Meaghan, Callum and me walked down to the nearby beach at Mawganporth, while the rest of them went by car in two turns. That beech was where we took Callum on his first visit to Cornwall 8 years ago. He loved it again, built a castle and looked after his little cousins there as well.

Callum and his sand castle on the beach

Once back at the caravan park we all went to the swimming pool and with the exception of Sheila, who was taken home, plus Roy and Stephen who didn't feel like going in, the rest of us had a good splash. Afterwards we had tea at the restaurant in the complex, which was followed by Elian and Xander taking part in one of the contests put on for the children. Roy and I went back to Sheila's on the bus, which was fun. I started to get fond of English and Cornish buses, as they are not too expensive, usually come on time and have friendly and helpful drivers.

Mawgan, my latest teddybear

It is generally believed that disasters go in threes and this holiday was to prove that theory. As soon as we got home to Sheila's on the bus, I decided to download my photos from my camera, so that I can post them on Facebook, but couldn't find it. A frantic search ensued, but no amount of searching, phoning, enquiring did any good. I was convinced that it was stolen still back at the restaurant, as I had no further memory of it. In a way, that was a cursed camera from the start with the debacle with Andor and having dropped it, the pictures were not nearly as good as to start with.  I wasn't upset about the camera, but felt awful having lost all the lovely photos that were on the chip in it.

St. Mawgan parish church

On Thursday, however, we had a lovely day, all miseries forgotten. First of all, after Stephen and the kids went home, the rest of us decided to go to St. Mawgan village to have lunch at the Post Office Tea rooms. The food was excellent and the young couple who moved there 3 years ago and restored the whole place were very pleasant. They baked us some pasties especially and the gardens were magnificent too. As I didn't have my new camera and having forgotten to charge the batteries in the old one, so that one died after about 6-8 pictures, I took some video.

St. Mawgan Post Office

After lunch we walked about in the village, played Pooh sticks over the stream, visited a gallery and Alex and Meaghan bought one of the paintings exhibited in the gallery. We also went to a gift shop, where Callum got a ring and I bought another Cornish teddy bear. In the evening we bought ourselves an Indian takeaway, which was delicious and plentiful. We were still eating it en route home the following day.

Our Indian dinner

Friday's car drive back to Hassocks was rather gruelling as it was a Bank Holiday Friday, with jams, accidents and the GPS sent us down some glorious narrow lanes in Somerset, Devon, Hampshire, Berkshire and Sussex to avoid them. Roy and I enjoyed it, while poor Alex was rather fed up with the driving.

My Basketmaker's seafood platter

Roy's Basketmaker's Ploughman's Lunch 

And then Alex, Meaghan and Callum went home and Roy and I went into Brighton again. We decided to pay our credit cards and do some shopping in Matalan and ASDA, after which we ended up in The Basketmakers again. And then at home came the shock in the evening.  Sheila found my camera on the record cabinet just inside the lounge. I must have put it down there without registering any of it in my brain. I am definitely getting very scatty in my old age.  Sheila will send it on sometime when we are at home to receive it.

My scrounged lunch from the fridge

And after Meaghan complaining that the one nice and sunny day in their fortnight was the one when they went home, today turned freezing and pouring with rain. We planned to walk to the next village to the pub, but scrapped that and stayed indoors. Watched the Belgian Grand Prix and fixed bits of food from what we could find in the fridge. We also packed our suitcase and holdalls. Our flight is in the afternoon, which came as a bit of a shock, as I convinced myself that it left at midday.

Roy's scrounged lunch from the fridge

Next post definitely from home now. Hope the flight is uneventful and it is not too late.

Second week

Last Monday we had an absolutely lovely walk on the South Downs, followed by a lunch in the Jack and Jill. The weather was quite crazy. Sun, cloud, wind, sun, more wind and finally a downpour. We saw some sheep, lovely views, windmills, ate wild blackberries and had a good lunch in the pub. Alex and Meaghan went back for the car and got soaked in the process.

On the South Downs Way

Tuesday was Callum's 9th birthday and we had a busy program which worked out ace. We started in The Triangle Leisure Centre, where a great deal of fun was had. Stephen and Roy were on gear duty, while the rest of us went down the slides a dozen or so times, got very wet and loved every minute of it.

The birthday boy with his cake

Party poppers

The birthday lunch was organised for 8 of us in The Six Gold Martlets, a simple working class pub in the centre of Burgess Hill. The cake was delicious and a lot of fun was had.

And then on Wednesday we departed NW to meet up with Chris and Jo on their boat in Oxfordshire. The trip was a bit slow on the M25, but that was to be expected. Getting on the boat was easy and the journey began. I have only ever been on a narrow boat once for the day with an ex-colleague and that was fun, so I was really looking forward to it.

Cherry, our home for the next three days

Chris and Jo have planned a half day sailing up the Oxford Canal from our start point to a canal-side pub, called The Great Western Arms in Aynho. The countryside was very pretty, the speed of travel relaxed and the company pleasant. Callum had taken to the leisurely speed instantly and all was well on the water.

A boat coming the other way

The Great Western Arm was a great place, after arrival we sat in the courtyard drinking and chatting, Roy and I have taken up residence and the dinner was delicious and reasonably priced. On the first night Callum found out that space on a narrow boat is at a premium, but still managed to have a reasonably night's sleep wedged between his parents. He has, however, mentioned that should there be an extra bed in the next pub where Roy and I were staying, he wouldn't mind spending the night with us. :)

Canal-side life

On the second - and first full day - on the canal Chris and Jo set about teaching Callum the fiendish art of narrow boating. By the time we got off the boat at the end, Callum became an expert at opening and closing locks, lifting and lowering sluice gates and even tried his hand at steering the boat. I cannot imagine a healthier, more exciting and at the same time educational trip for a bright 9 year old than boating.

Roy enjoying himself

We were out in the fresh air, saw many things that were good for the soul, relaxing, pretty and showing a very practical, hands-on way a lot of the history of the country. The society of other boaters is fun too, many people recognised each other, as boating is a large, extended family on all the canals of Britain.

The second pub, The Brasenose Arms, was even better than the first. Very friendly staff, excellent food and our room big enough for a second bed, so we had Callum's company overnight, which was lovely. On this day we also tried esperately to coax Georgie out from under the bed or the cupboard, but didn't manage to see more of her than the end of her tail, or vague shapes of her eyes and ears. Unfortuately, on the last day she managed to fall into the canal and Chris had to fish her out, but at that time I wasn't there, so I will have to take Jo's word for it that the boat had a cat on board. :)

The Captain

On this day we managed a little visit to Banbury, which is a pretty old town, had lunch there and did a bit of shopping and a quick look at the centre.

Some of our companions on the canal

The third day started with a bit of a hassle, in that I managed to get lost en route back to the boat. I did remember that we came to the pub from the canal absolutely straight, without any turns, but on which road, that was not completely clear.  I felt so happy that morning, that I was a bit away with the fairies and got going on the wrong one. By the time I realised I was nearly a mile and a half away North, but having seen lots of boats behind the hedge, thought I would go that way, pick up the canal and walk back on the towpath.

Callum in pensive mood

Unfortunately, even when I found the Marina, with the canal flowing past it, I couldn't access the towpath, as it was on the other side with no bridge to it. So I had to walk back another mile and a half, which was quite interesting, but tiring. The day also ended with some problems, as Chris needed to fetch his car, so that he could help a fellow boater, should the need arise and when Roy and I tried to book into our B&B, so that Alex could take Chris back to the start of our trip, there was nobody around at the B&B.

Canal idyll

Normally that shouldn't have been any trouble, but that was a long day and I was desperately in need of an afternoon nap, which I didn't get.  As a result, I had to go to bed early and missed the play at the pub, but such is life, isn't it? The saving grace of the day, however, was the B&B itself. Once we managed to locate somebody to let us in, the place turned out a gem. Wormleighton Hall was built at the end of the XIXth century, using the stone from an earlier building, it looked very grand. It had beautiful grounds, horses, a ha ha and all the trappings of a wealthy gentleman farmer and his abode.

On Friday we said good-bye to Chris and Jo and departed Southwards. We had to drop into The Brasenose Arms, as Alex seemed to have lost his necklace there, but after some anxious hours a lovely lady appeared with it from the lost property section of the pub. This set us up for the trip back to Hassocks in slightly better mood than when we started.

The young apprentice

As Meaghan is a great fan of Midsomer Murders on Netflix, we had to visit at least one filming location on our way. This we did in Chinnor, where one of the scenes involving a lovely old steam railway line was shot. The reailway station was cute, and the pub in the next village lovely. My dish of fish mezze was amazing: it had cod in batter, smoked salmon, whitebait, beetroot and a chunk of bread. Yum, yum!

Wormleighton Hall

Back in Hassocks we decided to take all the boys into Brighton on the Sunday, which ended up an epic undertaking. We would not have fitted into the hired car, so we took the bus, which was much enjoyed by all the boys. Amazingly we managed to get the very same double-decker on both trips and there were free seats on the top deck for them to enjoy the views.

We started with a walk on the seafront, followed by a visit to the Palace Pier, where we had donuts, gambled on the penny machines and had fun in a soft play area. Callum had a much desired Fortnite T-shirt and another one for his best mate. Lunch was taken in an "all you can eat" pizza and pasta place, where I had three platefuls of salad, which was great. We were home with them by 4pm, when I managed to collapse like a rag doll and had a much needed nap.

Chinnor station

Alex and Meaghan went to the Komedia with Stephen on Sunday night, which they tell me was fun and then on Monday we departed Westwards to see auntie Sheila and spend some time in a holiday camp in Cornwall. The trip down was long, but all passengers in the car managed to put up with it with good grace. The lunch stop in a service station was OK and we were indoors at Sheila's by just after 4pm.

The Grants by the Pier

Hoseasons seems great and if the weather plays ball, even some swimming can happen today. Roy and I are staying at Sheila's, Alex, Meaghan and Callum are in their caravan, awaiting the arrival of Stephen, Elian and Xander today. I might join them sometime today if the weather is good and I don't feel too exhausted. On the other hand, if I can have a relaxing day with a couple of naps in between chats with Roy and Sheila, I might not move form here at all. We'll see - said the blind man!

Dinner at Sheila's

The antique puzzle - a family effort

Next post hopefully still from Hassocks, if I get a minute. :)

First week

On Friday we went into Burgess Hill and we didn't have to wait for a train or bus, as Sian, Stephen's lovely friend took us. She dropped us by the Triangle Leisure Centre, where we enquired about swimming times and other matters. We were told that you can't book a swimming session, so we'll have to go early, or the pool mighty be full and we'll have to wait. Also, they only do parties at the weekend, so some other arrangement will have to be made.

The pub where we had a pint (or two)

We departed to the bus stop, only to see the bus disappear into the distance.  We had a half hour wait for the next one, which turned out to be a full hour, as that intermediate one never turned up. This, thankfully, was the first and last unfortunate event of the day, as the rest proved to be brilliant.  Once the bus came it took only about 10 minutes, or less, to get into the centre of Burgess Hill. We missed the stop to the station, so once we got off we were slap bang in the middle of the town.  It seemed quite tatty and dated, but once there we decided to have a little pootle and do some shopping.

Roy with his pint of Abbots ale

We discovered Iceland, a shop we used to use a lot about 40 years ago, but it proved a good choice this time.  They not only had marvellous frozen stuff, but fresh fruit and veg and many other things besides. When we came out the skies have opened, so we darted into the nearest pub. It was called the The six gold martlets and we found it really nice.  Large, fairly modern, but the beers, the prices and the atmosphere was great. A real working class pub with excellent craft beers at silly prices and they did pizzas. So we went ahead and booked a table for next Tuesday and will have the birthday lunch here. This leaves getting the cake to Monday, but we can pop into Tesco for that, so I'm told.

Iceland was right opposite the pub

En route to the station I spotted a bus no. 33, which was going to Hurstpierpoint, the next village from Stephen's. I asked the driver if he stopped at Stone Pound crossroads and he said yes. We were back at Stephen's in 10 minutes, which was amazing. We quickly thrown a lunch together and were happy for the rest of the day, which was quite rainy anyway.

Roy and the kids on Brighton beach

On Saturday we haven't planned anything in particular, but it turned out that Lucy had some packing to do, so we took the kids off her hand and took them into Brighton. A £12.50 family day ticket took care of the day in a magnificent fashion, as the kids loved the upper deck of double-deckers and the views from there.

The hulk of the West Pier

En route to Churchill Square I realised that I left the chip in the computer, so the first trip was to Jessops to buy another one. While there, we also bought a new spare battery, as I seemed to have misplaced the old one somehow on the day we went into Brighton on Wednesday. Roy was apparently convinced it was his fault that we couldn't find it, I, on the other hand, was absolutely sure that it nmust have been put in a strange place and that it would turn up. On the other hand, I was also convinced that it would only turn up about 5 minutes after we bought a new one, so we did at Jessops.

Elian and Xander at their leisure

Well, sod's law is alive and well and resides in Sussex. It was about an hour after we bought it that the silly thing turned up from my small change purse. Now I have 2 spares, but who cares, it might come in handy anyway.  Once we finished in Jessops we walked down to the beach and did the usual stuff, like throwing stones in the sea, chasing seagulls, taking pictures, having chips and slush puppies, watching people on trampolines and bungees etc., etc.

We also had a visit to the Fishing Museum, which was much more interesting than I remembered.  Even the kids entered into the spirit of the place, enjoying the marine atmosphere and the boats. The rest of the walk was fun too and we had a good time in the nice and sunny weather, which wasn't too hot.

Your traditional happy chappie

Once we got near the Palace Pier it started to be windy and a bit cold, so we hopped on a bus to Rottingdean. Once there it started raining, so we hopped on another bus back to Brighton, and this time the kids could sit in the front of the upper deck for the views again. We had to change to another bus to take them home to their Mum, but all in all we all had a great day.

And then on Sunday the Canadian branch has arrived, which filled everybody with lots of happiness. It was nice to see them again after a hiatus of a full year and the three cousins entered into playing together like they have known each other well and as if they were playing together every day. Unfortunately the day was quite rainy and the adults rather jet-lagged, but finally we managed to get out in the late afternoon to do some shopping and have a little fresh air.

Beach pleasures in boats

Today we will go with the flow, as the little ones are back with their mum and the rest of us (Meaghan, Alex, Roy, me and Callum) are going out somewhere. The forecast is for showers, but otherwise sunshine, so let us hope we get to the windmills and Devil's Dyke.

Elian and Callum and the inevitable iPads

Next post from Cornwall now, I think.

Elian, Callum and Meaghan

Roy and Xander

Alex, Meaghan, Stephen and Elian

Early Hassocks

Last Sunday we travelled into BP on the bus, as we always leave the car in the garage in the village when we go away for any considerable amount of time. The skies have opened about 10 seconds after we got to the bus shelter. Trip in was great, we were indoors in less than 2 hours after leaving the village. On Monday I had an appointment with Zsofi, my homeopath, who confirmed that taking so many extra vitamins and probiotics was good for me, but prescribed some new stuff for liver and kidney. Unfortunately, it was so hot and humid in the city that I went home straight and couldn't buy them, so that will have to wait until we get home now.

Relaxing on the sofa

On Tuesday we got up about 4am, finished packing and departed in good time to catch our flight. As Norwegian abandoned the BP route, we were forced to use EasyJet again, and thus found  ourselves in the long, frustrating queues in the airport. Last time we were flying with EasyJet already, but then we only had cabin luggage, this time, unfortunately, there was no avoiding the queueing. The flight left a bit late, but caught some of it up and we managed to catch a train quickly for our lift back to Stephen's.

Butter wouldn't melt...

The kids were around and we hardly put our stuff down, when we took them for a little outing to the local garden centre for some food, drink and playing in the garden sheds. This activity we remembered as one of their favourites, and thankfully, they were still into it and had a very good time.

I can hide in there!

Food consisted of an almighty great big sugar rush: a Rocky Road cake, which is basically marshmallows and chocolate and a cup of babycino for the kids, and for Roy and me a Cream Tea. This was much appreciated all round and it also ticked off one of our "must do" activities.

Shall we move in ?

Elian and Xander are  growing up so fast, we barely recognise them every time we come over. They seemed very grown-up and well behaved. We had to walk along a very busy road and Xander came and held my hand without my prompting, which was lovely. Needless to say, neither of them was into much food once at home, which didn't go down very well with their father.

Rocky Road an a cup of babycino

On Wednesday we went into Brighton, went to the Bank, did some food shopping and, of course, the highlight was (as it always is) our lunch at the Basketmakers.  We had fish and chips, which ticked another box, got chatting with a guy from London and generally had a good time. We also intended to buy another small travelling laptop, as I killed the old one with a glass of red wine, but Stephen kindly offered to sell me his brand new little Chromebook, which was very kind of him. It is a bit strange, but as I am typing this post on it, I have to admit to having got used to it very quickly. The weather was still pretty tropical, but signs of rain and cooling down were on the cards.

I wonder how this works?

The rain arrived in the night and Thursday was very rainy intermittently, so we spent it indoors, having a rest. Watched a bit of telly and I was reading my book a lot. I also started learning how to use the Chromebook and found it a bit challenging in places, but OK. The children had left with their mother while we were in Brighton the day before and will not be back until next Tuesday.

The first dino is ready

We also had a call from Alex in Canada, to see if we would like to watch Callum open his birthday present from us, which will have to stay in Canada after they left to join us over here at the weekend. He attacked the big box with well practiced ease and in no time started putting the dinosaurs and their building together.  I received some lovely photos on Messenger from Alex and honestly, it is a long time since I have enjoyed a present opening session this much. It is tremendously pleasurable to watch a child's delight at getting something that he loves.

Callum hard at work

Today we are off to Burgess Hill to visit the Leisure Centre, where we are taking Callum on his birthday next week and also to find a nearby pizza restaurant for the meal. Hopefully, Elian and Xander will join us on Tuesday, as Callum is really looking forward to spending time with his cousins.

It's half built, yippeeee!

Next post probably next week, subject to how busy I am with the little monsters!