Obligatory Weekend Kid Shot

I was woken up this morning by the cries of 'You're a stinky poo 'ead, you're a stinky poo'ead' as Charlie tormented his sister

I don't know how many times I have had to tell Charlie about dropping his Hs (aitch or aitches?), but he never listens.

They have, so far, played nicely for all of two seconds.

I, meanwhile, have a mild hangover after consuming slightly too much wine whilst watching The Hangover last night.

The only way out of the afternoon is to find a nice country pub with a big garden for a spot of late lunch, and let the kids run about.