Saturday saw Y’s birthday party. We all trekked down to his mum’s house in Kent to barbeque food in the freezing cold and generally eat too much. True to the forecast, it snowed, but instead of sending us running inside, we were huddled round the barbeque enjoying it’s warmth. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t settle, and just stayed cold, even when we’d long since gone inside.

Yesterday we drove up past Birmingham, to visit nan. We started off in the snow, which gradually gave way to greyness, and then sunshine. On the way home, TB decided that he absolutely loved Sherl Crow’s song, diamond ring. After singing along once, we had to listen to the song on repeat from the M4 back to Wimbledon so the boy could sing along, and Y could screech. But it was so cute you couldn’t hold it against them. Although I may never want to hear the song again.