In and out, cool skid and peppercorns.

1. Love to catch sight of our children running in and out of the soft play frame.

2. He falls to his knees in a slide across the floor to express his displeasure at the wrong kind of sweet. Once his mum has calmed  him down, I tell him he did a cool footballer skid, and he smiles slyly.

3. Peppercorns fall and bounce as I fill the grinder. I think there must be a better sort of mill that is easier to fill, but then I remember this one was a wedding present, and that from his highchair Alec used to call it Bub and imagine it on adventures with a jar of Maldon crystals, named Salt.

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