Thursday 4th August 2022, 3.25pm (day 3,997)

The dog was more alert than it perhaps looks here, so I am sure the baby was under safe guard.

Clare was clearing out a drawer this afternoon, one of those corners in which obscure things gather, to re-emerge after many years. Like this small red pouch which, it turned out, contained this collection of Joe’s baby teeth — the tooth fairy came, and transferred her bounty to this place, it seems. It serves to purpose to keep them, but I totally understand why they’ve not been disposed of.

It was a hot day today, by British standards — whether at Penistone Church FC or anywhere else. I think this baby girl was taking the right approach to it all, frankly.
If you’ve ever been to the city of Newcastle, you will be plenty familiar with the River Tyne, which flows through the place like a big fat worm, and is spanned by a multitude of bridges.
This, however, is the baby Tyne: a mere infant in swaddling clothes, pictured a couple of miles south of the village of Garrigill in Cumbria, and as near the middle of nowhere as one tends to get in England. I think it’s rather cute.
The plum tree in the garden is warming up for one of its summers of abundance. It has hundreds of these little plumlets happily soaking up the sunshine. If you want fresh plums, come see us in August. Hell, you might even be able to travel by then.
On the train down to London. Both of these guys needed a rest after a weekend with the (grand)parents, it seems.
Didn’t a creature looking like this once erupt out of John Hurt’s stomach? The end may be nigh.
Returned to work today — albeit at home. Too long a day to spend entirely in the house sorting out a pile of email and draft student work however, so popped out for a drink in the afternoon, which is when I saw these two, doing the same thing and seemingly happy about it. (Was tough to get the camera focused on her face as opposed to the drinking straw, mind you.)
Lucy was born on March 12th this year so is about to experience her first Christmas…. Perhaps she looks a little glum here but I think that is just because I caught her mid-crisp. I wish her a happy one, and hope you all have a good one too…
At 8 months old Ellie is not the youngest person to appear on the blog (I make her the 3rd youngest) but she is the youngest house guest we have ever had. She and parents Caroline and Loyd (who appeared on the blog in happy circumstances on 24/8/13) visited this weekend. I chose this shot just because it is different but still displays her fundamental cuteness.