After Melissa and Thomas jetted off to Bali, we scooted down to the south coast. I enjoyed a traffic free London as I picked up Mrs Doubleu from Heathrow at 6am Sunday morning. We had a "no, after you" moment as I surprised Claire in the airport and she sadly took a few seconds to recognise her husband. Next stop Brighton.
JD wasn't impressed by the pebble beach or the crowds but I'd like to think he won't forget his first ever boerwors. However, as it didn't even touch the sides on the way down, I'm not sure he even registered the taste!
After a pleasant lunch with family and friends, it was time for Fin's christening. I'm not sure how much of it he took in, but he sure enjoyed his christening cake. Fueled by pure sugar he then started to crawl for the first time.
Later that night he practised his skills on his rocking fire-engine, and had a word with Jeff about their future plans as a rodeo act. What a day!
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