Hopefully one day we’ll get all four, but this weekend I’m pleased to say that generation 1, 3 and 4 of the Day tribe came together. Vashti was delighted to meet her great-grandad Harry, survivor of World War II, many years in the Civil Service and now, a prolifically vommitey five month old baby girl.
This is a kind of holiday diary entry, so I shall insert the obligatory random details for posterity… I bought some beef jerky, Katie bought some Kendal mint cake (which she later made herself sick on), and we returned to Brum with a big bag of the finest Lake District kindling to really get the fire going. Oh yes, and we forgot to take the changing bag to the farm shop cafe and had to wrap her bum in paper towel after she did a poo. Bad parents. Perhaps I shouldn’t have blogged that. Now the health visitors will be after us. Darn.