Joe

Murron was beside herself with joy today as Eve and Joe (progeny of the famous Mr Smith) came to spend the morning. As ever we were a little behind schedule when they arrived, Murron just out of the bath and wrapped in a towel. How many times can you tell someone (Murron) to get in the bath? And then how many times can you tell the aforementioned child to get out?

We had a great morning. The girls chasing the cats, making a den under the kitchen table, chasing the cats, whilst Joe and I had a photo shoot. He was a natural and we chatted about wrestling, football, girls, big sisters, school and Irn Bru. A game of truth or dare had the children in fits of laughter when I confused having a washing machine with kissing. I won't elaborate, but it was funny.

The rest of the day was spent being disappointed by the lack of cake at the german bakery in Gullane and being rained on in East Linton. We had a cosy evening though. Nick fired up the woodburner, the children watched Doctor Who and I put my feet up!