There were 2 in the bed & the little one said ...

... move over, move over.

Charlie keeps trying to share Cholmley's bed. Brotherly love obviously. And his bed isn't as comfy either.

Despite being by the sea and loving the sea, fair weather or foul, I spent the day trawling shops for the twins fast-approaching 19th birthday.

Tomorrow will be my time on the beach with the dogs. The weather can't really be worse than today. Home to London later tomorrow.

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