Felix is taking his second autumn in his stride, even if he will not leave his hat on.
He seems such a long way from this little guy, even if I recognize the cheeky grin.
We all miss my parents now they’ve got on a big plane and now appear to live inside a computer. But we’ve been consoling ourselves with scones and soup and friends and banana cake and scarfs and hand-knitted jumpers and walks among the yellow leaves. I think we’ll be ok.