Boys Sailing & View Report

View from our bedroom. About 6am 

This past week was a cracker. The bakers baked & baked and baked and the orders continued to stream in, which is fantastic.  Tiredness on my part (something to do with hoiking cases of Heineken up steps. Don't ask) led to a few dark hours at the end of the week. This little video about artisanal bakeries lifted my spirits more than any cocktail could have.  There is something deeply satisfying about owning an artisanal business with happy customers. Long may it continue.

The boys had a good week settling in at St George's, which went well. It's a happy, traditional little school and seems to be just right for our boys.

Our 'baby' William turned eight this week. It feels like a bit of a watershed in a way: Boys are now out of the puppy stage and all thriving and growing. It is complete mayham trying to be the mother of three busy chaps and to keep up with the washing/judo belts/caps/shoes/homework etc, so most time I don't even try. They're good value for money however, which means we don't need things like TV's or a social life, as they provide enough entertainment to replace all of that. Tyler says he is going to say on his deathbed he wished he'd watched more television, not less as one is supposed to say.

No boy can ever have enough Lego.

The view is still there - as you can see - and there was very little sailing activity.