Weekend in Normandy

She hasn't quite mastered crawling yet. She has been trying to go forwards, but succeeds only in shuffling herself backwards on her tummy. That's fine so long as she doesn't care where she is going, and so long as she doesn't back herself under the couch, like here:





She enjoys playing with the fridge magnets. Here is our facsimile of Entrecôte the cow, plus some Korean mask magnets that Papa got as a gift for talking bollocks about Europe to a bunch of Korean bureaucrats.



On the weekend we drove up to Jonathan's place in Normandy. We didn't do much except Barbeque, though Georgia got to try out her new paddling pool. She was a little unsure of it.

Later that night over dinner we realised we had made the mistake of leaving the upstairs windows open because bats started whizzing around the living room. The next hour or so was spent trying to chase them out (and trying to convince Andy to come out from under the dinner table).





Papa is off to Dublin on Wednesday to talk bollocks about the Irish economy with some Irish bureaucrats, and Georgia and Andy will come over for the weekend. So there won't be any more blog updates for a few days.