We went to the farm today for Father's Day, the first time D has been with E and they both had a great time feeding the animals and playing together. I found myself welling up as they went off on a barrel ride (like a train, but old barrels converted into little seats pulled by a tractor) a little overwhelmed by how lucky I am, how much I love them, how we don't do this stuff as a threesome together enough...
Note to self: Stop booking so much stuff into the diary.
We got home to discover that E has chicken pox. Actually, all weekend the conversation has been like this:
H: Do you think this is pox?
D: No, don't be stupid it's eczema!
H: Right o.
H 1 - 0 D.
Happy Father's Day!