I'm Usain Bolt

Instead of waiting in an speaking to MPLST, I took up an offer from the local yummy mummies to spend the afternoon by the river in the village. Much fun was had by all.

These should be the last pics for mum before she gets back. It'll no doubt be back to monthly blogs from now on.

One of the other mums gave O a sweet. I think he's holding it as if it came from God himself. Is that how little we spoil our kids?



C decided that the river was the pace to be. It was bloody freezing, but he had a ball. Obviously, the Olympics had an effect on him......

It strikes me that there are more naked pics than clothed ones of C on this blog recently. O also travelled home almost in his birthday suit. He "didn't leave himself enough time" and pissed his pants and followed that with a lecture from dad for another misdemeanour.  He ended up missing out on TV tonight, which I think is the first time he has been singled out. He went to bed happy though.





On picking R up from school, he is very much of the opinion that it is not fair that his brother get to play with their friends in the afternoon. That's the third time this week he has been less than impressed that his younger siblings have enjoyed some time with their pals whilst he has been at school.

Finally, a note to wife. 2 weeks, loads of pics of your boys as well as an MT ironing basket, MT washing basket. Pull yer finger oot - I'll be expecting the same in return!