And the Italian plums...
Since the grandparents left and playgroup began again, we've been back into the usual routine. We always get time in the afternoons for doing something to burn the energy. On this occasion I think Alastair was asleep so I took Gregor to Kensington Gardens up the road for some treeclimbing on the "night digger".
And mustn't forget to stomp over the bridge to wake up the troll.
Then a couple of weeks ago, my late parents' friends, Shirley and Owen, came over for some lunch. Here they are post-paella, including a heap of those tomatoes!
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