Up, up and away Our baby is definitely growing up: he can finally jump. He has also discovered a way that he can trundle down the front path and if need be climb over the garden wall. This coupled with the fact that we live on one of Dublin’s main arteries to the south would be a cause for concern except that for some time he could’ve escaped by trundling down the path, lepping down the steps and out the gate if he liked but he didn’t. We are currently safe but I now totally understand why my parents decided to uproot me from my ancestral home on the Grand Canal at the age of four. Apparently after 2 weeks in No. 44 I said to Granny, “It’s very nice but when are we going home?” Aw. Note I didn’t swear at my granny…

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