The time has come . . .

. . . for the cutting of George's toenails. A task made even trickier as Papa told his toe-curlingly painful story of "rifleman sad" and his exotic dream at the same time!

Me and Lea went on a very grown up NGS garden tour in Halam today before picking Em up.

Still can't stop feeling sorry for those poor Derby fans all face painted up at Wembley watching their team concede an 89 minute goal (the opposition were down to 10 men, and it was their first shot on target ?!)

Did I say "feeling sorry for"? Sorry I meant "laughing at" !!!

Checkout those lupins!