Friday, 17 August 2018

Seven days, one weak

"I'd rather feed you for a week than a fortnight," my Grandfather used to say whenever we went to visit.  If he'd met the Hammonds he'd have certainly shortened that length of time.  My daily routine now involves going to the supermarket before breakfast to make sure there's enough to sustain the army.

In-between eating we've been shocking tourist sites of Houston with our numbers.  Mostly the indoor ones, as there have been complaints about the heat and humidity.  They don't breed them as tough in the south of England as we do in Texas.


Army on the move through Hermann Park.


Katharine with her two eldest boys.


Is there something to eat down there?


Sisters together.


Some of the local wildlife that wasn't scared away.


Laying down the law.


Happy family.


Two babies.


Scott takes on the megasloth!


Some more sloth. 


Hot family.


Rebecca decides just how much of the world she wants to rule.


Oil crushes us all in the end.


The family that museums together, stays together.


Settling arguments.


VIPs at the cinema.


A trip to Whataburger!  In'n'Out, but Texan.


Small portions.


Off to NASA!


Not entirely sure what's happening here.


U-S-A!  U-S-A!


Younger sisters, so annoying!


Cheaper to launch them into space than keep feeding them.


Still-happy family!