I have had a short blog holiday. It lasted about a month. And now it's done.
In that time many things have changed in the world.
The tankard has returned. It's going to travel once again.
Violet celebrated her first birthday. We wore hats and erected a tent in the living room to celebrate.
And my granddad died.
Morris was a champ. The kindest, most generous man you could ever care to meet. He loved his children and his grandchildren and his great grandchildren. He defeated the Germans by himself (allegedly) and never had a bad word to say about anyone, ever. I've always been so proud to be related to him, and I always will be. I couldn't have had a greater example of how a man should lead his life.