Here are the boy's new wellies and Robbie, the dog we walked this morning. I say 'walked', I mean 'trailed behind as he dragged us over several miles of uneven Somerset farmland'. Staffies really seem to like the boy; I wonder if his bald head makes him look like one of the pack?

My mum was down for a few days this week. She had a dreadful cold but, as she is a Scottish mother and unable to relax for more than 2.5 seconds at a time, still managed to scrub our kitchen from top to bottom and get the bus to BHS to buy us a bin. THANKS MUM! Now we own Brillo pads. In other mum news, my mum saw celebrity birdspotter Kate Humble when she was in town.

Meanwhile, I have been utterly swamped at work, but able to keep up by working crazy hours at home and worrying continually. Sadly, I have neither worried nor worked this weekend and achieved precisely nothing. Oh well.