Its gonna be beautiful man

Yes, life really does begin at 40. Or was it 50? Either way, Domfest was a rollicking success.

Camping in the back garden, beer, burnt meat and footy (us big kids against the little 'uns) was the best way we could all think of spending the bank holiday.

We may all have kids now and be up before we would have gone to sleep in the old days, but the spirit of Glastonbury was there, man.

No, I don't mean everything got stolen and you couldn't find your way back to the tent. I simply meant that when you get a good bunch of people together, you will naturally have a good time.

Happy B-day old man. As long as Heather keeps you running straight, the next 40 shouldn't be too bad either.

Bryn

It really must be tough at this stage of the game.

You cant move without help, no one understands a word you say and you have teeth problems that would send most sane adults screaming for the morphine.

Welcome to totsville.







Bryn of course takes all this in his stride. He is desperate to be up and about, got his teeth early and is keen to be trying new foods. The baby food I tried this evening was grim; bean and sweat potato goulash. No wonder he's looking for better stuff.










With all this frenetic activity comes

exhaustion. I just wish his sister slept as well as he does...