Poor Rabbit!
You’d have your feet braced and your ears at an outraged angle too, if Baby B had this kind of grip on your nose. The Boy seems to be in a transitional phase at the moment, which I put down … Continued
Hatching a plan
R and I had the best time imaginable with Baby B today. Later this week he’ll turn six months old, which seems to be the magical point at which every day becomes a journey of adventure, and he was engaged, … Continued
Striding out
This is Jacques – a Bedlington/whippet/deerhound lurcher, according to his owner, who is R’s cousin M. He’s the most utterly gorgeous hound, and I might well have contemplated stealing him if I hadn’t thought I’d probably get found out. We … Continued
Finely balanced
Do you remember when sitting up required a massive amount of concentration, the involvement of all ten fingers and toes, and the production of quite a lot of dribble? No, me neither. But I sense that I’m heading back in … Continued
Short and tall
Baby B with Uncle H (BA (Jazz), M(Mus)). I just wish I’d recorded some of their conversations – I don’t think I’ll ever hear the little chap fratching again without hearing “Hey! Wassup man?” in my head, but there’s only … Continued