On the seventh day of Christmas....

Is that Oakley auditioning for a part in Swan Lake? No, just Quent’s rather majestic nativity costume (note the pliers, crucial to all costumiers).

Is that a picture of the swans in the aquadrome? No it’s a picture of several hundred Santas running on the other side of the lake (look carefully or click on the image to enlarge it)

Is that Christmas gone crazy? No, it’swan big charity event (groan)

Is that two swans outside our front door? Yes! Of course it is.

The birds keep coming round. They swan around (!) as if they own the place and check out the builders’ progress. I am beginning to wonder if the Conservation Officers have been the victim of some cruel pantomime curse.

I think we might have lost touch with reality. I’ll let you know if the drummers, pipers, lords and the ladies turn up.

That's my boy

Quent was listening to Oakley read the other day and Oakley was struggling with the word "pharaoh" (Fair enough really - he is only five). Quent was working through "PH = F" with him.

Q: "Like in Philip. Do we know any Philips?" (we know several)
O: "Philip screwdriver?"

You can just imagine Quent's pride.