Four from four, not bad

Cav that is, not these two.

Back in Stirling for someone's gran's birthday - complicated punctuation there. Just as well we made that cake last night, eh L.

I'm feeling Terry's toxic cold attacking me, so we'll see how that pans out - lots of hot drinks for me anyway.

Sat down to watch le Tour with the wee man, and promptly found out that not only could he spot a bike, but that he could rattle off the word (punctuated with a forceful finger point) whenever one came on screen. Well, with 153 riders making it to the Champs-Élysées there were plenty of opportunities for the finger.

It's also worth pointing out that he clearly knows a good sporting event when he sees one - there was no way he was going for a nap while they were hurtling around the Jardin des Tuileries, as we all found out.