Hard Core

Obviously with it being the one place we don't want him to walk across he's decided it's his favourite place in the whole garden. I'm awaiting the first pug turd right in the middle. It's just a matter of time. The concrete arrives on Monday, I might chuck him in.

It was chilli and tacos for lunch with a northern soul backdrop and now an afternoon of ferrying kids between orthodontic and optician appointments beckons. Eve has to endure having braces fitted and all three need their eyes tested.