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Not a thoughtful post

This was going to be one of those thoughtful posts.  But it's just not been that kind of week.  Between boys just plain going to bed late to boys being violently sick (that was Toby.  He was absolutely fine the next day), I don't seem to have had enough space to think about much, let alone write it down. 

So I thought I'd skim through the photos on the camera to see what inspiration I could gather for a quick post.  Turns out the camera this month contains 382 photos of cars.  Do you want to see 382 photos of cars?  I think not.  Or if you do, feel free to visit.  Graham and Toby will happily talk you through the make, model and specifications of every single one, and I can sneak off and do some writing.

Very old car
 What else?  There's some very blurry / underexposed / differently angled photos taken by Theo.  A collection of photos of playdough, taken by Toby.  Ummm... oh, here's some pretty food.  Want to see some pretty food?



These are those Jamie Oliver squash fritters I mentioned.  I went all cheffy and put them in a stack, with sage butter on the top.  He recommends actually coating them all in the butter, which I think would work better; the ones with no sage flavour felt like they were lacking something.


And this is cheesecake (not home made) with some of our homegrown strawberries!

Finally, yes, you can have some cute boy photos.  Toby had his sports day last week, and all the photos are either intense concentration or pure delight.  He had a great time.


Theo's not lacking in enthusiasm either.  It's a rock!


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