Trying for once to write after a few glasses of wine.  Find it v hard to type.  How did the likes of Dylan Thomas manage!

Anyway, Izzy gave us a lunch request this evening.  Jam sandwiches, broccoli and chorizzo.  Nice mixture,

Dad read to Joey this evening.  Joey pretended to sleep and my Dad blew gently in his ears, which resulted in lots of giggles.  Dad is  good with joey - much better than you might expect, given his generation and army, strict discipline background.  But as somebody who has suffered from depression, I do think that he understands better than most how the mind can sometimes screw you up and make you behave in a certain way.  Fair play to him.

Daniel, the one that got away, the little boy that we thought would be our adopted son before we learned that he had been stolen,  will be 7 yrs old soon. We haven't seen him for over 3 years because of the problems with Isabela's adoption.  He still calls Anne mum - Mai Anne.

Izzie got a wee bit hurt on the trampoline today.  her response? 'I am hurt!  I want a cookie!'

Anne bought a gluten and dairy free cake today (yes, that is possible).  Joey saw it.

'Is that a cake?"

"Yes."

'Can I eat it?  Even with my diet?'
"Yes."
"So I don't need to get mad?"
"No, son, you don't".

As for Izzie, she was literally jumping for joy at the though tof eating a cake!