Pox

A bike filled day, trip to Porty so Arlo could practice with his balance bike/play in the park/run about in the sand. Then in the afternoon a family cycle along the railway paths, followed up with some tweaking of Tracey's new bike.

The spots we noticed on Arlo this morning seem to have become very chicken poxy.

Whilst painting our bedroom this evening I've had one song rattling around my head. It's a loud blast of verse chorus verse, from everyone's favourite grunge band (no not puddle of mudd).