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"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Afon:  on a windy morning at the bus stop on the way to school.

Roan:  sitting up in his bath, with suds on his chin!

Roan is still not crawling.  He much prefers to be on someone's lap than on the hard ground on his hands and knees and will wail and wail to be retrieved from such an insult.  He caught HFSD and now I suspect I have it, minus the gruesome-looking rash, plus the fibromyalgia aches.  At least November is my ideal month to be ill!