Tommo

It's been a long time since I blipped Tom. He keeps a close eye on my Blips and notices if he slips down in the Tagging stats. He's always a willing model, especially when his hair's on point. His top tip for a perfect photo pout is to say 'prune'. Go on give it a go - works every time. The only trouble is he can't say it without dissolving into fits of giggles.

He's 12 next month and has been compiling his birthday list. In no particular order:

A blue soda stream with cocktail attachments (PJ and Benelia, I'm blaming you)
A waffle blanket
A bladeless fan
An inflatable shark
Stuff that smells manly.
A mini GPS
The new Liverpool kit
His bed moved next to the wall
A crossbow
A Twix Xtra.

A crossbow has been on his birthday list since he was five. It's not happening this year either.

He can have a Twix. I'm not completely mean.

Today: gym comp with Sally, last day of hols, work tomorrow. It's about time I went back. It's been great, a really lovely holiday, but it's time to work for a living and talk to grown-ups again.