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Given up sitting upon the birthing ball and have taken to using it as a footrest - it’s splendid. The cankles are pleasingly out of focus here but you can still make out my ridiculous tan line - the result of only fitting in one pair of shoes!

A lovely Sunday of pastries, church, a picnic in a shady spot with various church families, nap time (which involved zero napping as I suddenly had an insatiable urge for no reason whatsoever to repair the beautiful dog walker Mum bought for Eve as a toddler - his stuffing has been hanging out for around 2 years and I’ve barely batted an eyelid), paddling pool fun and burgers on the barbecue. Eve and I also had a lovely time chatting and colouring-in by the fan while Zeke napped with gusto. She confided that she’d really like to learn to do “the worm” and “the floss” but accepted I couldn’t help with the worm right now on account of being ginormous. We did, however, master the floss - only slightly difficult with a protruding tummy!

Later, over melon slices, Zeke reminisced about when we lost the “whizzbee” in the tree at the park. Antony remarked that whizzbee was as pleasing a mispronunciation as “wonderstorm” and Zeke announced seriously “Daddy, I will not ever throw a whizzbee in a wonderstorm. Never never.”