do all families argue regularly about who has the best feet? this is us after a curry and a few wines at g’s flat. from left to right, dad (my feet are like his), mum’s (looks like a paw and high heel shaped), mine (perfect) and gillian’s (fat). there was a lot of debate.

we traveled down to edinburgh in dad’s car - and bryan burnett played my suggestion on get it on on the radio which was exciting! the song was yes by mcalmont and butler and me and peggy sang the whole thing in the back.