We finished their stupendously fun stay with a final trip into DC which included spending an eye-watering amount on souvenirs. I'm not sure how many stars-and-stripes tea towels make it to west Pembrokeshire every year, but there are going to be a few more now. They spent so much they got a free photo in a fake Oval Office around the corner, and you can't say fairer than that.
"I miss them so so much," said Pete at tea tonight. "I miss it when Mark lets me fight him." Indeed. Luckily we'll be in Wales in August, and maybe I'll let Pete enjoy an extended stay with his cousins. What's one more notch on the Richter scale?
These three in charge? We might be in even more danger than now.
Their highlight was Shake Shack, where we returned for one final lunch.
Oh, and then had one final breakfast from Dunkin Donuts.
Mark is embarking on a 200-mile charity cycle ride shortly after he gets home. He's storing up the calories now.
