First thing Thursday morning, the Collins brothers were reunited on the football pitch for the first time in probably 15 years, since the heady days of 3 and in in our garden in Newmachar. I believe our team won, no doubt thanks to the hand-embroidered shirts provided by Nick. I have no photos of this, but Simon and Nick do. Don't know if they will share, though.
Things really got moving today as Emily and I had both gone to work yesterday, but took today off. Still, the day was not without some controversy, on which you may yourselves have an opinion.
Picture this: a court room, somewhere far far away. You join us as a rather fine and upstanding lawyer is presenting his case to the court.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, being fine upstanding citizens, and sound in body and mind, please consider the case I put before you. A simple case where no crime has been committed. A case revolving around the hair on the head of a beautiful young girl (the plaintiff, "Bluet"). You see, your honour, if I may call you that, it turns out on this beautiful sunny day, the mother of the plaintiff "Emily" had decided was the day for Bluet's first haircut. But "why?" I hear you all cry. I hear your gnashing and wailing of teeth. Because, as I present to the jury now, here is said plaintiff on the morning of said "haircut".
What's that. Oh, I see. Yes, well if your honour insists. Yes, I will withdraw my case in light of this evidence.With no case, the haircut went ahead. And the
After her haircut, Bluet got a balloon and a certificate
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