Esme's constantly writing letters, it seems, even when she's a fairy. Today, she wanted to get changed, just so she could write letters.
Fairies to die for. She's looking in the mirror at her wings. Dunno why. But wonderful pose, on top of our blue, sea shells toilet seat.

Big thing for Bradley. When the bus comes, I say, 'stick your hand out 'Bradley.' And he does, saying over and over 'stop bus!'
When the bus stops, he jumps up and down, 'I did it, I did it!'
Of course, everybody on the bus sees him, and the driver (with a big grin on his face) stops, exactly by his hand. As we walk up the bus, everybody seems to be smiling.

Good to have such an effect.
(Amanda bought the hat, just to annoy me, and Grandad in Wales, I doubt if he'll be allowed to wear it when we go down there for Xmas.)

After this, I read how to correct red eye properly.
The huge ball pool was as deep as Bradley's waist. I'd have loved this stuff when I was their age.

Strange distortion. She's swinging, and moving quite fast, I guess when I took this.
Francis is Alex's younger sister. And Most of the time I didn't see either Esme not Francis as they played together nealry tthroughout the whole party.

They even get on so well, other people comment on it.

Harriot, Alex's sister. And Esme's and Bradley's other cousin.

A deserted Sunday. I take them out on their respective locomotion devices. Bradley's a tough geezer. He peddles all the way on his little trike. Esme speeds too fast on her scooter - much to fast for my liking.

But we have to stop to look at Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Well, who could pass this shop window without looking at Rudolf?