Jack and Katrina's Place

Since Guy started Creche earlier this year and Katrina went back to work, the daily routine is something like this: 07:00 Jack rides to work, 08:30 Katrina drives Guy down to Creche in the Car (800m), leaves it in the carpark and catches the train to work, (there's nowhere to park the car in the city). At 4:30 Jack leaves work to get to Creche by 5:00, (12.5 km and about 100m climb up the gorge). Put bike on the car, put Guy in the car and drive home, Katrina comes home later on the train. All this by way of explaining the next series of photos involving the bike on the rack and our car in the garage. As we arrived home and I bundled Guy and his creche gear out of the car the phone rang. It was Katrina ringing, predictably to see if we had got home and to tell us she was still at work, (obviously). In the short time I took to dash to the phone to receive this vital information, Guy turned his attention to my bike on the rack. And he really turned his attention to it, in that seriously attentive manner of his. First he investigated the derailleur, with its fascinating sticky blackness and spring action.

Who's going to be a bike mechanic Guy? After manouvering him through the house without letting hime touch anything with those black little hands, I thought we'd better have a bath before Katrina got home. While in the bath Guy made this attempt at a 'Movember' Goatee beard, how about that Uncle Tony?!