Haircut

Ben's never liked having his hair cut. And he won't let me anywhere near it after I once cut 4 inches off Amelia's hair under false pretences.

Cycle ride up to High Salvington windmill this morning, mooching this afternoon. Happy Easter, chaps.

P.s. I told Ben I had already blipped and therefore wasn't taking photos to blip. I lied. Don't tell him, will you?

P.p.s reading back through this I realise I might need to rethink my parenting skills....