Spod

Back and bigger than ever. Literally.

After a long break from the blog (which didn't go entirely unnoticed - thank you for the incessant flagging, Harrises) we're back with a bang and two big bits of news, recounted in order of importance:

1. I've sold the Volvo. After much nashing of teeth and pulling of hair - and basically pretending to sell it over the last 6 months - I put an ad on CarandClassic.co.uk about a fortnight ago. A flurry of enquiries and viewings later, this great love of my life is no more. *sniff*
   
   
2. Kate's pregnant.

Stuck on you

Does the visual really need a caption?

Well, just in case:

Maddy + me doing some not-quite-as-well-supervised-DIY-as-I-thought = narrowly avoiding the fingers of Maddy's right hand becoming a fused, fleshy flipper.

*And breeeeeeath*

Rhythm and rhyme

One of Maddy's current favourite books is the brilliant Peek-a WHO? by Nina Laden:

However, Maddy hasn't quite grasped the concept of the rhyme that flows through the book.

So we have a cow (Peek-a MOO), a ghost (Peek-a BOO) and even a train (Peek-a CHOO CHOO) but when we get to the mirror (Peek-a YOU) she always exclaims Peek-a MADDY.

This is not a genetic default from the Roskill side, I tell you.

Some time coming

We've been a bit remiss recently when it's come to updating the blog, but we've all had a terrible time of late.

I've been trying (terribly hard) to sell the Volvo.

Kate's been on a terribly strenuous shoot in LA.

And Maddy's been jibber jabbering away, which is terribly tiring.

So we've taken a week off and are on our very own staycation down in Cornwall, for a bit of much needed R&R.

There's even a Cowshed spa around the corner. Although the service is terrible - they said they wouldn't look after Maddy while we were having our 2 hour (each) signature facial and massage combo treatment.

Harrumph.

The beginning of the end of an era

It was with a heavy heart that I had to stick the below sign into the window of our beloved Volvo a couple of weeks ago:

It reads:

FOR SALE

Much loved 1966 Volvo Amazon

My wife said it's not a good family car.

I disagreed.

She won.

Given we apparently live in suburbia, both pedestrian and road traffic is at a bare minimum, which has meant zero enquiries... until last night.

Coming back from work, I spotted a man taking a picture of the sign and thought I might have snagged me a buyer.

Sadly, he was just a divorcé whose ex-wife had forced him to sell his old car.

We shared a moment.

Bank Holiday

A bit of a fuzzy piccy here - due either to the driving rain or the poor photographer.

From Left to right: Matty, Maddy, Martha, Anna, me, Dom, Luke, Kat, Rocco, Lisa, Jowler and Arthur.

A perfect Bank Holiday weekend at Heatherfield.

BFFs

Charlene sent this to Kate and Amy last week:

Maddy and Leyla had been apart for a WHOLE WEEK and were clearly happy to be back together again.

Reunited, and it feels so goooooood...

Posing on Hampstead Heath

On the swings with cousin Alex, over from Qatar (and showing off his swarthy, Arabic complexion):

And a pre Raphelite solo shot down by the duck pond:

Picking up bad habits

Grandma and Grandad down = a little too much time spent in the pub

Grandad hopes Maddy will be able to open her gullet by the time she's two.