Taken in Ikea on Sunday morning. Given that most of the stuff in this place is branded with kooky names like “Schmërgënjúrgënflúrgën” or “Múthåfökkë”, clearly someone with a sense of humour named the bottle openers:
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I’ll upload a few photos of his lordship’s weekend tonight.
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A collection of iPhone photos from Sunday – we wandered down to the grassy area at Cyberport and let Bunky tear around and eat grass (the usual routine). Ok, so maybe not a lot of grass eaten this time – the focus was on teaching him to go down the little concrete steps backwards. He’s...
Nothing much to report other than the weather being horrible and Bunky having a bit of a cold. Here’s a compilation of random photos from the last few days (I’m still working out how to edit photos properly with Aperture, so forgive me if the colours look a bit wonky).
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Clockwise from left: The gorgeous flowers...
Oh Shane Warne. Wha’ happened? I hope you’re getting paid a truckload for this (taken outside the lifts at my doctor’s surgery):
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Put your hand up if you’re a complete wally
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The HK Observatory called a Typhoon 8 last night, which meant that we got to come home early (to play with George), and since it’s still in force, we go to work late. It’ll be lifted in another 40 minutes, but then everyone gets about two hours to get to work (it takes a while...
Another photo from the weekend – Bunky seems to quite enjoy smearing food on his face and saving it for later. I know it’s similar to the one a few days ago, but I loved his little brow furrow in this one:
And this photo was definitely worth sharing – Jane and John found it in...
Abandoned stools, for example.
Because sometimes you come across a name so awesome, it would be a crime not to share it:
Bathtime appears to suck in the eyes of little George. Any peace and tranquility that may have been present pre-bath is abruptly ended and once dunked into the tub-o-death, the screaming begins.
Stage 1 is the yelling – which is usually the first dunk, the tummy wash and the start of Daddy washing his hair.
Stage 2...
Apparently he has one. A face he reserves for the times he’s producing a mushy little number 2. Euuurgh. He makes a little ‘O’ with his lips, gets a look of extreme concentration on his face… and BAM.
Onto cuter things, some photos of the little monster:
