Whisper it - spring seems to have arrived in Edinburgh. The sky is blue, the trees and flowers are in bloom, and the wind seems slightly less chilly than usual. Like good heliophilic Scots, we duly shed our outer garments and headed for the seat of Parliament to paddle in the newly ice-free decorative pools. Pete, clearly under the dizzying influence of the sun on his head, invited us up chez Evans for a barbecue lunch, and a fine time we had there. We observed, nodded sagely and took mental notes on the general theme of how we'll do just this kind of thing when we move to our new grown-up-house-with-garden in six weeks time. Louis, in the meantime, has been practising making a mess with his food, and is slowly refining the technique for getting at least *some* of it in his mouth.
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