We attended a car boot sale on Saturday, where we managed to get rid of a load of our old tat and raised £75. That's about £75 more that I thought we'd get. There's enough left for another event later on and I dare say we'll have found some more to add to it. I'm amazed that none of the kids managed to end up buying loads of other people's rubbish, which is what often happens. Either that or all the proceeds end up being spent on drinks and the omnipresent sweat-burger van.
After the sale we made a flying visit to see some friends of ours who we've been meaning to harass since October, when they became parents for the first time. Mike was best man at our wedding and was always thoroughly anti children. It was somewhat amazing if not a touch surreal to see him making cooing noises and generally being a doting father. I'm pleased to say he still managed to do significant damage to a cask strength bottle of Frog I took along, with a fair bit of help from me. :-)
When we got back, we took up Petra's offer to go and see how Daisy was settling in. She had been having a bit of a rough time at the hands of the resident drake, who'd obviously taken a shine to her, presumably as she counts as talent, if you're a drake. She'd now given in to his attention, and seems to be at the centre of things, as you can see from the photo opposite. The kids got to molest Daisy's offspring, most of whom are still running around the place. It's good to know that barring a visit from the fox, that she's going to be happy in her old age.
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