Have just returned from a weekend in Worstead in that fair county of Norfolk. T'was my annual trip to get absolutely twatted for four days and forget about what the world has to offer. It won't make it to Norfolk for a few years anyway. This year was a bit more poignant as it is the last time I go there for that sort of things sans baby. This time next year Spud will be amongst us and demanding a look at the second hand stalls and the cake tent...
More news on the Western Front, we took delivery of a nine week old kitten recently. She's called Laika and despite being lovely she is driving me mad...I haven't slept the night through since we had her...still, it's practice for the big event.
Got the second NCT class tonight. That should be fun.
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