Park, Park, Park & Park

We went out of London for the day- down to a National Trust property, Petworth House . And as we were coming home, we spied a great, hand written sign: Toys, Tractors and Tools- for sale. The store, off the road a bit, did sell toys- small metal tractors and diggers. And also the big ones for running a farm, which C found rather intriguing. We bought one. A small one.

I got another set of Moo pictures in the post today. These are great. If you have a flickr account , you can link to Moo and crop and print your fotos. 100 for $20 (or £10) little 1 inch by 3 inch cards. Brilliant.

C and I shared our spaghetti lunch after my tri training today.

C and I stopped to feed the squirrels and pigeons at Brompton Cemetery (map here ) before meeting Jack for breakfast on Saturday .

On Saturday, C and I met Jack at The Troubadour for breakfast. Jack had a few of his mates there who happen to be young and single. The conversation mostly turned on pub crawls, chasing girls and sleeping late- all things that C needs to learn at some point. I had very little to contribute, of course. But it did work for C- we caught him waving to a French girl his age later on. I say "back to the scene of the crime" because Jack and I met at Troubes the night C was born to wet his head .

Here's C waving flags in celebration of his parents wedding anniversary.