Buster en el asiento de coche.

Buster in his car seat, accompanied by his new toy of a few minutes, a squeaky duck-billed platypus. It was part of a failed mission to purchase a white golf umbrella for Sunday's wedding shoot - there have been thunderstorms for the past few days, and although clear but windy skies are forecast for Sunday you can't always rely on it. The toy was an impulse buy, prompted by the knowledge that the recycling centre, the usual source of teddies, recently burnt down. I was shocked when I heard that news, as I often went there just to lust over the lovely but impractical huge polished wood Spanish wardrobes and bedframes,  eclectic bric-a-brac and unusual household items. It satisfied my charity-shop forays when in the UK. #1GS enjoyed the kids' play area in the store, but #1D was astounded by the grab buys section by the tills - in the UK these are usually sweets and small toys, but here they were a vast selection of unpackaged razor-sharp utility knives at small-child height. Health and safety issues are somewhat more casual here, as I've noticed before.