This will hurt me...

Off-road scooting is the new buzz concept in our household. Our eventual goal will be to scale Mount Everest, and then make our decent as rapidly as possible (on scooters), with as little caution to safety and common sense as we are physically able. We shall film this endeavour and try and shift it onto some dodgy reality TV producers. Then I retire.

Things are indeed... LOOKING UP .

Rebel without a clue?

Here is a blast from the [recent] past: Ezra tickling the ivories [ooh err missus]. I have been trying to encourage a taste for Chopin, but he is veering dangerously into honkeytonk territory. If he stays on this course, he's gonna end up playing in some flea-bitten house of ill repute somewhere in East Baton Rouge.

So you have all witness the BEFORE , now behold the magnificence and transformative beauty of the AFTER! I must give great credit to the proud and dignified conduct of my oldest baby, Henry [despite what he says, he'll always be my baby] upon getting his hair cut yesterday evening. He was tremendous. I hope that his keen supporters based in the subcontinent don't feel too let down by his neater appearance. Don't worry ladies, it won't last for long! Anyway, I have a whole bank of photos left to post, so we'll be seeing long haired Henry for a little while yet...