Framed

Our little boy is now old enough to be accepted into the creche at a certain Swedish furniture store. Not that he's had any previous problems amusing himself there, but it means we will be able to eke out some extra coffee drinking time undisturbed. His first session was going to be today, but we've quickly discovered that plugging ourselves back into Edinburgh means fulfilling a bunch of obligations, including buying food and birthday presents for various acquaintances. So by the time we arrived it was too late for him to enjoy the entertainment options offered by the said creche.

Instead, he and his sister had their usual play together, while we chatted to an ex-colleague who was with his wife and children. Somewhere, somehow, our boy thought it was highly amusing to put his mug inside a photoframe. This is the one of him not pulling a scarey face. I've also chosen this because I'm going to miss the little chap when I'm back in the office on Monday.