Friday 29 April 2011: Butch and Sundance
When Tom was born we were living in deepest Nottinghamshire. Joe was born the day after and Mrs B got to know Joe's mum in the maternity ward during the long sleepless first nights.
Four months later we'd decided our cottage was too small and, having clarified that we weren't stalkers, we moved in next door to Joe and his parents. Our houses were joined, we had a gap in the fence, all that jazz. Importantly baby monitors would work in either house so evenings of sweet sherry and other pastimes were merrily shared. Good times.
Then we buggered off to Edinburgh.
Luckily this wasn't taken badly and Joe has dragged his parents up for some quality time. Where better to take them than Porty?
You don't have to answer that.