Movember, mixed results

Toots and I will be glad when this Movember madness is over. She has tried her best, as has her dad but really these tiny dark moustaches are all we can manage. Rumours abound that we may share some Teutonic lineage, my lips and medical records shall remain sealed on that one.

Anyway, time for lunch then there's a short route march/invasion planned for the afternoon. Never boring here in the bunker; anybody seen my lederhosen?

No nasal hair or doggy lip hair was hurt during the production of this evil essay.

Magic fun in the pool with the Mark 1 and Mark 2 brats this morning. Mark 1 got his own back on Grandpa who dropped his shoulder inadvertently during a tackle on Friday. Mark 1 leapt off the side of the pool at Grandpa who was holding the rugby ball, the little sod forgot to stretch his legs so I got both his knees in the ribs, muchos water swallowed by the old bloke and screeches of joy from the Mark 1 brat as I sank below the waves. I nearly took my ball and went home. :-( Mark 2 (4 ½ months) meanwhile attracted lots of attention from Yummy Mummies in skimpy swimsuits. Grandpa may take up this baby pool routine on a more regular basis. Watch this space, and the police logs.