Here we are once again not at home. The bites on the ankles aren't from the midges for once but from the glorious plethora of rug rats we are surrounded by. There does't seem to be a minute in the day when someone doesn't need a hold, a feed, a bath or a noisy milk with banana in it.
The colds are slowly clearing up though, so it won't be long before the boys are relegated to their rightful spots once again.
Outside.
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