It was a busy weekend, with babysitting grannies, Swordsmaster and, of course, the twins.
On Saturday Dom and I went to visit Ruth - a friend of mine (a former work colleague) who lives in Catford. We had a large Italian meal (garlic bread, lasagne and tiramisu) with white wine and a long, long chat. We discussed Deloitte and Touche, twins, celebrating relationship anniversaries, maternity leave, work colleagues and children-and-relationships.
It raised a much-debated topic which I often find difficult to discuss with people who hold strong views. Namely the "do you want children ?" question.
( Children ? )
Anyway, back home from the sprog debate we discovered that in our absence Granny Jo had had a wonderful time and both Ryan and Beatrice were exhausted. Everyone was happy.
On Sunday my Athory game took place.
( Assassination at the High Summer Dance of Masks )
After such a busy weekend, this morning started rather tamely, with the usual breakfast feeds and only a large pile of washing up acting as an (unwelcome) reminder of a good weekend.
( A Beatrice milestone )
And, finally, my photos arrived back this morning so I have a new set to add to my albums.
On Saturday Dom and I went to visit Ruth - a friend of mine (a former work colleague) who lives in Catford. We had a large Italian meal (garlic bread, lasagne and tiramisu) with white wine and a long, long chat. We discussed Deloitte and Touche, twins, celebrating relationship anniversaries, maternity leave, work colleagues and children-and-relationships.
It raised a much-debated topic which I often find difficult to discuss with people who hold strong views. Namely the "do you want children ?" question.
( Children ? )
Anyway, back home from the sprog debate we discovered that in our absence Granny Jo had had a wonderful time and both Ryan and Beatrice were exhausted. Everyone was happy.
On Sunday my Athory game took place.
( Assassination at the High Summer Dance of Masks )
After such a busy weekend, this morning started rather tamely, with the usual breakfast feeds and only a large pile of washing up acting as an (unwelcome) reminder of a good weekend.
( A Beatrice milestone )
And, finally, my photos arrived back this morning so I have a new set to add to my albums.