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20th July to 26th July - Stamford and London

I just spent four days in Stamford with my nephew Finn who is just quite frankly the most hilarious little person you'll ever meet. He seems to be changing so quickly. In the space of a month he's started saying so much more.

He also develops these little characteristics that are so unique and equally funny. Little looks, waves of the hand, facial expressions. For example, when he drops something... he checks to see if anyone's looking and then he says in a frightfully posh English accent, 'Oh no'. He also has taken a liking to quacking like a duck. You can see both in this video.



This video shows his fondness for destruction. Just so funny...



Another thing that he does is walk around repeatedly saying words so one minute he'll be saying Andy, then Daddy, then Mummy. He also loves to mimmick which is where he's obviously picked up his new vocabulary from. Although no ones owned up to being the one who he copied the Little Lord Fauntleroy 'Oh no' from.

From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


On Wednesday we went to a local farm where you can feed and pat the animals. That was a very exciting day for young Finn who seemed to be more sure of the giant Cart horses than he was of the little ducklings... It was so funny watching him feed the animals. He didn't take too much of a liking to the sheep and goats with horns though. One thing Finn did achieve was to almost poke the farm cat's eye out when he was trying to pat him... need to work on that hand/eye coordination there young fella...









Thursday we spent the day at some local gardens which were very popular with the blue rinse brigade... (the more senior members of society for those who are not familar with the term blue rinse). Finn liked the bridges and the steps... so much so that when we passed any of these he wanted to just walk across the bridge and back continuously or step up and down the step all the time.

Friday was market day in Stamford. I picked up a few last minute items including some authentic Calvin Klein boxer shorts. 3 pairs for £5... not bad... they were called Calvin Classics so obviously they must be the real thing right... :)

It was a lovely few days in Stamford and I know i'll miss Finn, Mark and Keira. Especially with the new addition to the family imminent. Next time I see them, Finn will be double his age and the new one will be the same age as Finn is now.. if you follow..

Still, i've always got the benefits of Skype to keep in touch... we love you skype.

I spent the weekend in London with Del and on Friday night we headed out to a bar called Sugar Cane in Clapham Junction. There were a few people in there but it wasn't packed out. We managed to grab ourselves a table by the window which happened to be opposite a hen party. Oh dear, two guys on their own sitting opposite a hen party... we didn't stand a chance, we were easy game. The shots kept coming to the table of hens and sure enough one of them beckoned me over. I said hello and she asked if I would help them celebrate. Sure... why not... She asked me to pick a card out of a pack of dares.... I did and turned it over... 'Give the bride to be a piggy back around the bar/restaurant' read the card... What you mean me???? I said...

Aah ok... It was at that point I was delighted to notice the bride to be was slim and small... Phew.... So, as requested, the bride to be hopped on my back and, wearing the veil as an additional accessory to my already fashion conscious outfit, I did a lap of the bar to the amusement of all inside...

I was lucky, the next guy they set upon picked the card that read 'Take your pants off and give them to the bride.' He didn't seem to buy into that one.... ha ha...

We got chatting to Maria who worked at the bar. Maria's originally from Italy and after comparing notes on what little I knew of Italian as a language and the country itself, learnt in part from my Italian school friends, she told us that Saturday would be a much busier night. We had a good time on Friday watching the hen's strutt their stuff on the dance floor and chatting about old times at university... most of the stories of which I couldn't possibly put on this blog....

From London and Stamford, the last few days


Saturday Del and I walked around London's South Bank, City and Covent Garden for about 6 hours... time flew by and I got myself a great print of a Banksy picture.

From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


From London and Stamford, the last few days


That night, we headed back to Sugar Cane and said hello to Maria again who was a little bit rushed off her feet. She wasn't lying about it being busier. It was heaving full of people. Thanks to some entertaining Kiwis and a fair few Morgan's Spiced Rum and Coke, we battled on till the early hours and headed home.

Had a great last weekend in London so thanks for that Del.

Today, i'm catching up with Gianni, Joe, Salv, Fawad and the gang for dinner before I head to Jordan on Tuesday.

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