One out of three

Don't be sad (as meatloaf nearly bellowed) coz one out of three ain't bad. I expect old Meatloaf would have done some eating to get up to his two out of three but for me and Ruby it was time to grit the teeth and get some new gym gear for her. Or rather argue about what constituted gym gear for school and what constituted something that would be worn on a Friday night in Whitley Bay.

Once the compromise was reached it was straight home for some dinner.

Ruby has recently developed a fondness for The Smiths (good girl) and I think that really comes over in this photo.