Seaside and chats with my boy.

This is a lovely display in the hospital, we only found it because we went the wrong way and then had to back and find it as we were leaving. Best dentist visit of Will's life, two minutes of a quick check to see if his teeth have grown enough to support a brace. They haven't so come back when you're nine please, top.

Project Puppy has been launched. With my new stay at home (eventually) job and my ever increasing thought that Will needs a pet, in the house that doesn't flee as soon as he spots him (Joe the cat) plus the fact that incontinent, clingy, needy family members are now a faded distant memory I think it all could work. The planning stage will continue until after we come back from holiday in August but Will and I have the most brilliant chats in the planning. Each dog we see is closely scrutinised for suitability. We have narrowed it down to: not too big, not too small, cocker spaniel ears, not with a butt hole in general display and not (my criteria) costing more than £300 absolute tops. And tonight Will has found Paws Post where you can sign up to get a box of presents for your cat and dog (not or apparently, you need both types of animal according to Will). So we are waiting to get the dog before we sign up. Will's research tells him that we can order as many as 12 boxes a month. Could that be in a year? I ask. No, definitely a month he has confirmed.

Up and out tomoz, expect a flat blip.