Tin Roof ... Rusty

Was awoken this morning by George shouting - boy, can he shout. When Mo suggested he might go downstairs with me, he yelled "No! No Way!" There was a pause, then he added "...José." Ah, they're not babies long.

Working at home today because of our Bloody Typical technical problems - now fixed, thank goodness. Still, it meant I got to walk the big lads to school, which I enjoyed.

It also gave me the opportunity to get some pictures of a splendidly grungy derelict garage near the school. As I was doing so, an old guy walked past, saying "about time they bulldozed this place, eh."

"Yes," I replied - adding, under my breath, "but not before I've blipped it."