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Same location as yesterday's blip.
But this time Finnzy-Bob does not look like he is lost in a vast ocean of duvet cover.
It's the morning rush hour in Mum and Dad's bed.
We try to have a 10 minute briefing session every morning, but during school holidays it can be extended to 20 minutes.
There is much fighting for space, the first bickering sessions of the day get into full swing and Finn usually thrown his arms around Mum's neck while screaming "mine! mine!"

The day has started.

This is an echo of a photograph that my dad took 37 years ago, with his non-bandaged hand. I should have a scan of it somewhere at home, or I will ask Nana for a copy. I link it later.

Edit:
Not only Nana sent me scan of the photo (all those long hours providing personalised IT tech support are finally paying off...) But she also had the date written on the back*. Here it is



* No, you're not alone Soob