One final pic from Clippesby
On the way home from Norfolk (literally,out of nowhere as we were passing through North Yorkshire!) I came down with the most horrendous cold. I rose from my sickbed to get my hair chopped off. I’m sure it was top of Lazarus’s priorities too… The kids weren’t quite as traumatised as I expected, although Emily wouldn’t speak to me half an hour when I picked her up from school!
Self-portrait. Ignore the grey…
