Queen's Birfday Weekend

Another attempt at a family photo - there's always someone looking away!

The boys with Aunty Emily and Jeremy.
Arf inundated with toys - thanks, Frank!

Frank and Lucia.

A quick catch up - I have Arfalarfa on my knee, 'helping'. He says, "Dardarg gadarga." He sounds a bit like the Swedish chef from the Muppets when he gets going. I think he's becoming The Boss these days. Yesterday he had a great long speech which went something along the lines of, "Frank, please stop yelling. I don't like it. It gives me a headache. And Mum, stop being grumpy with Frank. It's not helping really, is it? I mean, is it the worst thing in the world that he's spilling a cup of water all over the essays you have to mark? Or that he thinks it's fun to throw everything you need for cooking down the stairs? Now, let's all take deep breaths and try to get along."

Excitingly, we had Milz here for the long weekend and finally got to meet her beau, Jeremy. Frank was in heaven, feasting on chips, sliding down their legs and having an audience to sing and dance for, while Arthur preferred to chill out on Jeremy's knee with a bottle (or pull Aunty Emily's hair). Fun times.