Jobo face

After a horrifically long journey in which I went from having a slight sniffle to a full cold, we finally made it to Essex. We've cooed over this little one for the majority of the evening, which he didn't seem to mind. We cooked dinner in the magnificent new kitchen. We drank wine and talked childbirth. And I tried (hopefully successfully) to get Mase to join blip. Doesn't the world just need more pics of this little sausage? Yes it does.