Halloooo,
Hope all well. We are slowly but surely getting the hang of this whole being parents thing, and have got our dead-of-night routine down to a fine art, so we can all get some intermittent sleep.
We've been trying to get out and about where we can, including a trip to the grandparents, and the occasional bout of tummy-aches and screaming aside, it's been smooth sailing so far, with the World Cup group stages making for perfect background content. The next challenge will be going back to work next week, but one step at a time and all that.
No compilation this week, but my phrase of the week translates to "elbow pain", and is a metaphor for "romantic disillusionment" or "sour grapes", apparently. Make of that what you will.
Speak soon!
Monday, you can hold your Fred / Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed / Or Thursday, watch the walls instead / It's Friday, I'm in love






