In case you were wondering, Mr. Liam’s birthday at the cottage went well.

We swam, and ate delicious meaty pasta that had been simmering all day, and attempted to play Catan (although we ended up too carbohydrate drunk/tired to get the rules right).

This is his present. It’s a t-shirt. With a little drawing on it by me. It’s a squirrel. Wearing a sweater vest and a bowtie. Holding an acorn. With a Wodehousian name (Mr. S. Q. Nutterson Esq. to be precise).

He loved it, of course.