Isaac and his beloved Monkey

When camping 2 years ago, Isaac started calling Samara “Monkey”. None of us had a clue why but we all followed suit. In a brilliantly surreal turn of events he keeps asking why Monkey is a monkey. We all respond with “you tell us”.

Another day of nice weather so everyone headed off to the beach (all feeling confident after negative tests). I sat in a huge French house and looked at the sea and had croaky chats with my sisters on the phone. Later we ate chicken fricassee and patisserie goodies sourced by Antony.

Gratefuls: Antony being Dad of the year and keeping the holiday feeling like a holiday; Rachel’s cooking; not losing my taste!