Olivia sporting her trendy new layered cut with side parting and funky fringe (which will get funkier as it gets longer). I think it looks great. Luckily, so does she.





Well, we seem to have solved the video problem - twice over! We made YouTube work by temporarily turning off Cathi's firewall AND we tried out the draft video upload feature on blogger - and so, I think we have dolphin videos - hurrah!











Sarah was off to tennis camp today (10-3) and great weather for it, thank goodness - I was afraid it was going to be a repeat of last week. Olivia's chosen activity, after we did some errands and had lunch, was baking biscuits, so we did gingerbread shapes (I think she and Alex used every shape in the box, except I drew the line at the Christmas Tree) - so we have people, animals (dogs, cats, sheep, cows, bunnies, teddies, elephants, ducks), dinosaurs, teapots, hearts, stars, flowers and probably some other stuff I forgot. And instead of mixing icing colours today, I just bought some tubes and let them squeeze. And I insisted they leave some plain, for the grownups, who prefer to have more biscuit than icing...




Well, I won't say there was no rain today, as that would be a lie, but we had a very nice morning, which included a trip down to Garson's Farm to pick some fruit & veg (and sunflowers, as it happened) and check out their food fair, and farm shop. We picked raspberries, cherries, beetroot, spinach and runner beans (and sunflowers) and got some other fun stuff in the farm shop; dinner and dessert have been largely the produce we acquired there (the exception being the sugar in the meringues I made, which came from Waitrose and the potatoes at dinner, ditto, which I already had in the house - though we did have potatoes from our own garden (grown in tubs!) the other evening for dinner - and will have more in a week or two, when our little potato patch dries out). I feel like I should acquire a goat and a snooty neighbour called Margo. (Though technically, we are a few miles away from Surbiton.)*









What's that coming over the hill, is it a ... paper bag monster? (It's a song reference, for those of you like my mother who are slightly out of touch with popular culture)