Suits and birthdays

We have had quite a weekend of it. Uncle Christopher is getting married in June so yesterday was suit fitting time for me, him and the boy. Lukey has never worn anything smart in little life (much like his dad, really), so it was a bit of shock to see him dressed like a man, only in miniature. I guess it was probably as much of a shock for him to see me dressed smart, like. He did look rather good though. And he found a hat which kept him entertained for some time.

Woke up this morning to an interesting sight. Caryn says she heard a dull thud in the night and thought it was one of the children falling out of bed. Couldn't find one on the floor so gave up and came back to bed.

We think, Watson, that it just fell over - the evidence? No rowdy noise before or after, no sign of any other damage on our street, no reports of silent wall knocking down gangs roaming the streets at night.

Next door reckon the previous owners rebuild that part of the wall which would explain its sudden falling over - arch DIY bodgers of the highest order... a tale for another time, or perhaps not.

Lastly, with my brother in town for the weekend, the whole family managed to make it out for Sunday lunch. Caryn (pictured, looking very lovely don't you think?) and my dad (he's not 65, no, no, no. Really he isn't. And he absolutely doesn't have a free bus pass. Nope.) had their birthday's last week so it was a good excuse.

For some reason, Sunday lunch seems to be the hardest meal to get right when eaten out (maybe we're just eating in the wrong places), but this was surprisingly good. Little pub just down the road - if anyone's planning on coming to Norfolk, let us know and we'll book a table. Good play bit outside for the kids too. Smashing.

All in all one of those weekends that you need another weekend to recover from. Gosh, is that the time. Bed?