This from a little hard copy photo I scanned in myself. Thus, the quality of the images in the frames is a little off, still it's merely a visual, to get them talking.

Much fun to be had in Tescos, when you don't care how much noise you make and don't worry what other people think.

Delicious. I'm getting better at the old cookin'

We sprinkle bread on the top of the water, wait a bit, wave the net around to frighten the geese...

Then we had a big crowd, as first Bradley caught one, after much taunting by Esme. Then, Esme caught two in one go.

We let them go straight away.

I'd have liked a few of these memories in photos of when I was a kid going to my school. Sadly, most of my infants school is knocked down. All of my primary school is knocked down and houses built over it.

Bradley's taken to taking has teddy everywhere lately. Here, afet we picked Esme up, we walked home, past the woods.

She's changed her drawing style overnight.

Bradley's just come to see me up stairs. "Dad, look at my trousers." Brand new trousers. Ball point pen over the knee, lots of scribbles. "The gremlins did it, while I was asleep. Mummy looked everywhere to find them, but couldn't. And that's the whole story." As he skipped off back down stairs.

He's been off school for the past three days with a bad cough. Gone in today for a half day. I'll ask him when he comes back who these drawings are of.

Nearly 4 years old. Birthday 31 October.

Mum

Dad

Bradley

What I want to know, is why they put the little box on his back, why not in a pocket? Surely, someone must have thought, "heck, people can see that."

Don't the powers manipulating him care any more? Doesn't the American people care that their President is a laughing stock around the world?

Then the shops, mostly the Early Learning Centre, and on to MacDonalds.

Daddy! Can I have this for my birthday?

Dad? Can I have this for my birthday?

Everybody I've seen, my family doc, the dentist, and ear, nose and throat specialist, all said, "it wasn't anything to worry about," probably related to the missing molar I had extracted 10 years ago. They give it a look, a poke, and that's that.

Of course, they would say that. They're sparing me. No need to tell him the worst. Not yet. Not till we know for sure.

Today I saw a facial surgeon. This was the day they were to tell me, I figured, that they'd need to do a biopsy to find out why/what/how long. This is how it starts.

I've been picking up signs all morning. Nick Owen, stung by a bee 40 years ago, gets cancer. As I watched the bath water drain out of the bath, this was my life. I saw a hearse on the drive over, it followed me. Radio 4 talked about some gardener dying young of cancer. Autumnal leaves fill the trees, not long before they too, drop.

Such a cool community, eBay. Millions of people hang there. I wonder if there'll ever be anybody to rival them? Me thinks its too late, forever. The community certainly's locked in. Perhaps it would take a citizens' revolt against the management being found to be paedophiles, or something equally catastrophic. Can't see it happening.

I may just print out my yellow start certificate and pin it to the wall. Wonder when I'll get another? Another two years?

I go here often as it's the on the way home form my trout pond. And the landlady is so nice. In fact were going to have our next Friends All Round The Wrekin meeting there, on 16th October. Did I say it has one of the finest pints of Bass around?

Here the kids look down into the cellar through a glass floor. They'll only go a few times then it's just too much for them. Scary they say.