I were right about that saddle....

So, no more excuses. Have shoes, helmet and bike. must train.

If only it would stop raining for long enough.

Ha! Found one....

The top of a slippery slope...

So, it had to happen sooner or later. The speed of its arrival is somewhat shocking and the incessant creeping advancement is nothing short of terrifying, but it was always going to happen.

Finn is starting to talk American. And it's only going to get worse.

He is already proclaiming, "gardit!" when successfully locating a lost item, and punching the air with a three syllable "alright!", when we agree to a request. We go to the "sharps" to do our "sharping", being careful to "starp" at all the "starp" signs on the way there. If you ask him, he will tell you it takes "twenny" minutes to get there by car. On the journey he will soon be joining other road users in spotting the "knee-sarns, hundays and marzdars" that are common amongst the Fords and Chevvies on Skinnies' roads.

Some of it, we are encouraging - it is useful, indeed safer, to know that the pavement is really a sidewalk and that the road is in fact the pavement. His school has one, so we now use the elevator not the lift, and we are trying to put our trash in the trashcan, but frequently end up with rubbish in the bin or rubbish in the trash, or sometimes trash in the rubbish. All very confusing. We buy food in cans not tins and be advised, at the supermarket never ask for a trolley. You won't get one. The special needs 'Helping Hands' person will just mumble something incoherent at you then leave. Apparently if you ask for a "sharping card" the 'HH' will mumble something incoherent at you then go and find you a trolley.

Here, it can come in skinny, 1%, 2% or whole, 12oz, 16oz or 20oz, but basically, if you can find one, a latte is still a latte. Thank goodness.