Not more!

Eldest's breakfast put paid to two of his teeth this morning (those Cheerios are harder than they look!)

I thought dinner might be more of a success, and it was in terms of teeth-loss. However, youngest received his plate of food, inhaled deeply and said "Right, let's get this over with! Cheeky so-and-so.

Anyway, today was...today. It was fine. And, according to STV Glasgow I might have got away with driving through the new bus gate at Nelson Mandela Place. A fortnight's period of grace allegedly. Fingers crossed.