Today me and the big little one went ice skating.

This involved hanging on to the railings for about three hours which was about how long it took me to do three circuits of the rink in St Andrews Square.

Honestly, I was shite.

Then we had lunch! Though, alas, my bowl of seafood chowder failed to make it to my actual mouth. I tipped it all over me, all over my bag and all over the little little one. I looked like I'd been sick all over myself and spent the rest if the day smelling of smoky fish.

This picture taken on the Carousel. The little little one didn't want to get off.