Lazy bloggers

Well, it's been well over a year since our last blog post - officially rubbish, especially without any sort of valid excuse really. I'm not sure what we've been doing all this time, apart from running round after our two small children as they grow bigger. Oh yes, and we moved to Strangford too and have been trying to do up the house - actually, Marie-Claire has been doing up the house while Dan regularly fails to drill the holes he's supposed to drill for curtain rails, pictures and shelves. I can't think why 150 year old houses with walls about three feet thick don't like having holes drilled in them? Anyway, another of my beautifully erected curtain rails fell down this morning, although I'd like to blame the weighty-three-year-old who was hanging off said curtain at the time.

So here we are in the run up to Christmas. The playschool Christmas Fair this afternoon seemed to go as predicted - chaotic, but we won a small fluffy monkey and a rabbit dressed as a carrot on the tombola. Sadly, the many and varied hampers on offer via the raffle seemed to slip through our fingers, in spite of the 18 tickets we had bought (or rather failed to sell so we got stuck with them).

In our attempt to be a bit less rubbish about recording our children's rapidly changing lives as they grow, we had some pictures taken and here are some of them. Our friend Anna seemed to quietly take most of them without us (and especially Meabh) noticing, which is why they look lovely. She seems to have a knack of making things look as you'd probably like them to look, rather than as they look in real life.

In other news, the double bass has made its way back from Newcastle, and Dan has decided to get his ar*e in gear (finally) and get a band sorted out before he gets full-blown arthritis in his stumpy fingers and can't play any bass lines apart from ones consisting of three notes or less. Marie-Claire's hats seem to be going down a storm, and Dan has proved himself as inept at growing vegetables as he was in Cawood, but at least he's consistent. It's a good job that supermarkets still exist otherwise we'd all be starving or eating seaweed by now.

More soon, we promise.