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Twelve weeks old precisely
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An Englishman's home
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Blue #latergram
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Purple #latergram
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Raindrops on roses (kittens may follow anon)
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Unexpected use for front-facing camera on iPhone: checking whether baby clinging to my shoulder is asleep
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Blooming lovely
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So difficult to know what to do with that tricky Y...
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A book about learning to be a smug winner, apparently
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I must be weird. It has never occurred to me to fly a national flag outside my house. Or inside, for that matter.
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I suspect this is a weed. But it's a rather pretty weed, so I'm leaving it for now.
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Despite my best efforts, the clematis appears to have survived the winter. I must ignore the garden more often of this is the result.
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No filter
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Allium in my front garden
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Fan + windmill is entertaining (for five minutes)
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Billowing
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There's a gap in the bedroom curtains
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Daisies are brilliant
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Tasty!
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First successful baking + baby session. She just gurgled and stared at toys on the bouncy chair arch while I whipped up a batch of sea-salted chocolate chip cookies. Yay!
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On reflection, the sunhat may be a tad big
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The only place to nap, apparently
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Someone call the trademark infringement team!
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How many patterns can one infant wear?
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High
