Tom

Popped into Brixton today to buy Tom some clothes. He's suddenly shot up, it's Own Clothes Day on Friday and it would be social suicide to send him to school in ankle-freezers.

Luckily he liked my choice: soft blue skinny cords, a plaid flannel shirt and grey t shirt. The girls and I were treated to a fashion show after tea.

It was impossible to take a decent photograph as he was all wriggly and giggly, but I liked this one, even though it's fuzzy. I like to think I can see the future Tom here.