A nice stroll at the beach with no shoes on

... was not the plan today, it was as rank weather as I have seen for a while, miserable cold windy, the only benefit I could think of would be of blowing away old cobwebs tangled up in old ears like mine. I sometimes question why I decide to put a photo of some horrible cold wholly unforgiving waves, rather than for instance number one son who, is actually in the process of learning to walk completely. Maybe it is more where my head is at, oh yes as they say in France, il est cold wave, a fond!

So relatively speaking, the only way I know how to communicate incedentally it was a frustrating day, battling, once again with some corporate car dealer, oh yes don't ask, el saga goes on. Mere processes and picking to bit of words, trivial stuff. Way more important is number one son who is playing a blinder currently, not only dealing with three teeth making a charge for some biting space, he can now stand and stare for some considerable time. Not only that, he is now taking many steps, I have even managed to film some of it, quite astonishing how organised one gets. Yesterday I totally forgot to mention that he not only braved some porridge ("Go on there my son" I just about screamed,) he also managed to wolf down a good part of a crepe. Number 1 son's moniker becomes clearer every day.

As often happens, we have children who wander down a couple of stairs, in the exact same as I did, worried about not being able to sleep. I often tell them to imagine what we will be doing next time we go on holiday and we are at the beach. Tonight I shall be joining them lying on a sun kissed beach.

In the meantime, I was enjoying this , really has to be very loud, unless you don't like French rap in which case, just skip it.

In my head it is at least an additional 24 to the rather cold

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