Nowadays every Friday is good, thanks to maternity leave and Tommy. But last Friday was Easter and officially Good Friday. We went to the seaside for a picnic with family and friends. It was cold.
Oh and a seagull pooped on my face.
Hold my hand.
Fancy an ice-cream?
Walking along the pier.
Haven't I seen you on the telly?
Daddy, I think this is what they call a high five moment!