Dot writes: poor second children. They have it tough. There’s always somebody bigger and louder taking the attention (and often the toys, the treats and the mickey as well). Yesterday Frank was six months old and I meant to put up a celebratory picture on the blog, but Hugh had woken us at 4.40am (!!!!!) so when he finally went to bed for the night, well, I just went to bed myself.
Anyway, happy half-birthday, Frank.