Hannah claims to have missed us terribly although her descriptions of massages, lunches out with friends, and the exit row seat she got on the flight tell a different story. Her brother John even drove down to Heathrow to pick her up! That's love.
Now we're together in Biggleswade and enjoying the wonderful British summer, when sometimes it doesn't rain for a whole morning! Pete and his cousin Isobel are almost identical in age, and everything else. Most of the time they tell us they're Batman and Batdog, and yesterday they got married. So cute and socially progressive! Maybe.
The family's asking more and more questions about whether John and Hannah are actually identical twins.
A practical demonstration of moments of force, or
as those of us with a theology degree say.
Pete has learned well from his Dad that if you make simple tasks look more difficult it adds a certain element of epicness.
Sam, Isobel and Pete: related by blood, excitable silliness, and an ability to eat their bodyweight at each meal.
...and a love of spying on the neighbours.
...and an obsession with touch screens.
...and a taste for babyccinos.
Hannah is called into service immediately.
More epic climbing.
John got some indoor fireworks for our entertainment ("they're safe - they're from China!") Isobel knows her father, hence the worried expression.
What could possibly go wrong?
Disaster averted, and time for the obligatory family bath photos. It all got a bit crowded when John, Laura, Hannah and I jumped in too...
