Last Friday the twins turned one. The year has flown by. To celebrate, Ben and his wife Hannah came up from Bristol and the lot of us took them on a trip to Bourton-on-the-Water and Birdland, where the penguins were a clear favourite. It was damp, slightly chill weather, but lovely being out with all the kids together.
The twins, and their mum, are back home with us and have been for a while; their previous move to deepest, darkest Wales didn't work out. My house is now chaos with little room to move and very little peace and quiet to be had, but we wouldn't have it any other way.
Actually, I reckon we could simply tip about 90% of the household's contents, most of which seems to be shoes and clothes and cosmetics and the like, and nobody would miss anything. But I can convince neither my wife nor my daughter of this. Nik's usual response to my suggesting it is sure, but let's start with your guitars.
So we maintain kind of an armed truce on the matter.
