Here’s my new boys, Albert and Terry. First Albert in all his fluffy glory:
Albert Says "Shut Up, I'm watching 'Coronation Street'."
And then Terry. Terry is 10 weeks old and has a leg missing (rather careless of him). Not sure if mum bit it off when grooming him or he was born that way. Vet says even with an X Ray we might never know but as Terry is putting on weight and happy and active – not to worry.
Terry Thinks He Is Set Off Rather Well By This Red Cushion
The boys have been here nearly a week now, and seem to be settling in just fine.
It’s been an eventful couple of weeks with the current Viscount on holiday from work. Only 2 non rainy days. One we spent at Legoland. Oh joy. But the kids liked it.
We saw a lot of this:
Smaug wakes up after 100 year sleep - in theme park
And not a little of this:
One of Them Camp Robots Whose Names I Forget
And, through the veritable sea of wasps attracted to x-thousand little kids clutching free-refill-all-day fizzy drinks, I think we caught a glimpse of this:
Forget Where This Was Meant To Be
Although you can put your dream of a world in miniature capitavating in every detail, in your pipe and smoke it because the boys were less impressed by Lego’s ability to mimic Canary Wharf and The London Eyem, and deeply more gripped by:
Well They Do Size Size Don't Matter
