Weekend

Well, she survived her evening without Mum. I'm not even sure she knew Mum was away. Here she is today watching her favourite Irish rugby team, this time against Scotland. Once again, as soon as the rugby came on she was fixated. She is not being indoctrinated by her parents, I swear.



Then we went to the Jardin du Luxembourg on a glorious spring day. Apparently this winter has been the warmest for 50 years.



Unfortunately she had a bit of a grizzle on the bus on the way home. Mum disappeared to the back of the bus, disowning us. I regard it as good practice for a screaming baby on a long-haul flight.

Then to wrap up we had a chat about how the day had gone, who was going to win the French presidential election, and whether the left titty was better than the right one.