I made the chief bridesmaids their outfits yesterday. They are not allowed to wear them out of the house because there is mud everywhere at the moment. That said Basil has got his on and I don't know where he is. Probably lying contentedly in a puddle somewhere.
Albie doesn't know how to hold still. This is as unblurry as I can make him.
I can't look at these for too long, my stomach incisions hurt when I laugh.