The above is the perfect case in point. I took four pictures of Granda and Grandson cuddled up together on our sofa and this was honestly the best one. The lighting is so skew-iff Luca resembles a deity. But he's not. Really. Not even slightly.
Onto the Banchory Show now. Can you see him on the bouncy slide? He's like a chameleon.
Here's the best picture. Not really much to say here. It's a tractor
Petting the lambs. Or black sheep. Are we still talking about the animals?
One of the few things Scotland does exceptionally well. Old school hotels and country houses set in acres of idyllic scenery. In this instance it's Thainstone House Hotel, only a couple of miles from our front door. I paid a visit on Sunday having received a free trial days membership to their leisure club. It was great fun, and following a gym session and a swim, I felt the stresses of my profession drift away as I followed suit in the steam room. Upon hearing their membership rates on my departure though, all those knots in my shoulders immediately reappeared. Cheek clenchingly expensive.
A little more on the cost effective side, however, are Luca's haircuts. I took him to the barbers on Saturday morning - not the type of establishment I normally frequent naturellement - for a quick trim. "Don't watch me!" he squealed every time I raised my eyes from the newspaper to watch the progress of his haircut. I can't decide if this was down to his burgeoning self awareness, or more likely due to his desire to be left in peace to flirt with the hairdresser. "I've got loads of cars you know" and "Have you seen my shoes, they're really cool" were two of his more typical statements (always statements, never questions) as Mr Smooth worked his magic. He's an odd little chap.
**Useless fact of the day - Nearly a third of all bottled water in the US is contaminated with bacteria**
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