Rising Son

Mushy mushy.

Fritha is back from the Land of the Rising Sun, with a rapidly expanding waitline - courtesy of our own little rising son.

Wendy and I are delighted to have everyone back together. The weather has been magnificent, too hot in fact, and the whole family have had a few days off work together. Frankie's moving around aout as much as us, which isn't actually a whole lot thanks to the hot weather. We've spent a lot of time lounging around on the bed, getting reacquainted. And as always, we're eating plenty of good, fresh, food.

Frankie's juju lips, button nose and cute little hands, were the highlight of Friday at Doctor Sangalli's office. Not sure where the lips have come from - perhaps it's a baby thing!? He often holds his hands up in front of his face, I wonder if he's shy or if he just hasn't got enough room in there to stretch out?

Insurance have called to say that they'll pay up in-full. That means a new, carbon-framed, road bike should be coming for christmas. Lovely stuff.

Back to work, tomorrow, for the usual 4-day week... and then it's three relaxing weeks off. Fritha's got 5 days to go and then she's "retiring". She' ll become my "woman in the house", as the japanese say (though that surely beats "idiot wife", which is their other option).