Thursday

Henry, Hetty and I walked into town this morning. Henry had a haircut and a wander around.

Once the children were home from school, we walked round to see them and the guinea pigs.

This particular one, Cinnamon, is huge, not that you can tell from this photo. 

The children were delighted to see Henry. They gifted him a guinea pig but he may have trouble smuggling it on to the plane to Belfast.

The 3rd anniversary of the death of Clive's mum already.