When I first met Bren, one of the things that attracted me to him straight away was that he could quote extensively from the 80's movie The Sure Thing, which was a favourite in my house too.
There is one scene where the two main characters are discussing the name of their fictitious baby. She wants to call him Elliot, 'but Elliot is a fat kid who eats paste', he wants to call him Nick. 'Nick's your buddy. Nick's your mate!'
I guess we always had understanding that if Bren and I ever had a boy, we would call him Nick.
A boy baby was never to be, but we have named the newest member of the family (see above), Nick.
Funny how Nick is making me look at the world in a new way. Freshly picked rocket delivered in the only container Bren had in his car.
Some just washed paint brushes.
And piles of treasures like rubber collections, tooth fairy poems, teddies and diaries to be put near the front door in a box in case of fire.
I've taken hundreds of photos already in about two days, thanks goodness for digital. There are more over here.
I hope your Monday is a funday.