Breakfast with the family

It rained today. All kinds of rain, the half hearted drizzle kind and the thunderous kind that manages to find a hole in the roof we had replaced a few months back. However, we didn't let this put us off but instead braved the weather and ventured in to Cambridge. Arthur and Annie were perfect children in Carllucio's a and I felt a lucky almost 38 year old. In fact, I've been feeling that a lot lately.
Grandpa came round for tea as he usually does on a Sunday. Arthur has now learnt to independently put his shapes in the right holes. He is such a lovely lad. He went to bed after his Grandpa left, a tired and happy little boy. I then chatted to Annie and she giggled and cooed back. Some weekends are just great; even if it did rain for Britain.