'Tis the season for wild blackberries (and yet we can still get local strawberries in the market). Seb & Mike went on a couple of bike trips with picking a top priority, when the former was contagious with his "pox". His spots are vitually gone, except for the final big 3 that may leave marks. The backs of both knees where the eczema comes look horrific...
Recently, he has been entertaining his glum sister and having the neighbours read him stories, as well seeing March of the Penguins with his dad and receiving a Ramadan calendar from Auntie Roberta (whose hand-writing he recognises from all the envelopes and postcards received over the past 6 months).
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Ramadan *chocolate* calendar. You forgot the most important word. And the chocolates are guaranteed Inuit-free (as my tired brain read the supermarket sign: actually the first I is part of a tick symbol, and the second one was just Freudianly inserted). I thought Ramadan would be a good counterpoise to all that knightly stuff; wait till he finds out who medieval swords were actually wielded on.
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