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I got a fun surprise in the mail the other day! Chris sent a silly pin that now lives on one of our kitchen aprons. Do get Chris or Shona to mail you something if you have the chance. Their return address sticker comes in the shape of an adorable fawn.

Coincidentally, it wasn’t more than a few days ago that Alice and I were telling the story of stayin up ’till 4am with Phil playing Super Bust-A-Move and eating tater tots. I could have sworn that I’d written something about that in one of the previous generations of this blog but I’m failing to find any mention of it. Which is probably for the best. It turns out that the combination of pressed potato sweepings and sleep deprivation is not nearly as awesome as it sounds like it should be.