Guardian angels?

Baby S sleeping peacefully here, watched over by a motley crew of stuffed toys including rock dog number 2, the original Mr Crabbe (a companion of mine before 77 and I even started going out) and a wee stripey monster which has been lovingly knitted by my friend Jess and who is yet to be named. The day itself followed a familiar pattern of 77 feeding me, me feeding baby S and the 2 of us running around after the wee man and attending to his every need. My parents have been up visiting for a week and they very kindly cooked us a meal tonight of smoked salmon, steak (fillet no less) and strawberries and cream to finish. It was fantastic to have someone cook for us.