Holding court . . .

Today while Gracie was at Kindy Daddy and I went to met Tarmra at the Honest Lawyer for a drink. I was my usual charming self, entertaining the masses (well Daddy and Tarmra at least). I think I like this business of Gracie going to Kindy three afternoons a week, it's all good for me.

Also how do you know when you live in a very small village? When the local mechanic gives your 16 year old neighbour your car keys to bring the car home to you when Mummy and Daddy hadn't gone down to pick it up. (It's okay for those of you who are horrified - he is a very nice boy and does have a licence and is very capable). You don't get service like that in the big city.