.....up bright and early on Saturday morning, so went for a walk along the back of Charlotte's new flat....
Joe knew exactly where he was going, scorching off without his lead, its the way dad usually takes him, and he knows there are foxes to be sniffed out....
....the path goes right under the bridge, and up to Newcastle castle....
....before it drops down to the edge of the river....where on Saturday hundreds of families were gathering....
....to take part in the children's version of the Great North Run.....lead by Mickey and Minnie....
.....but they had a starting pistol! Few things terrify Joe more than starting pistols, loudspeakers, wooden floors, christmas crackers and champagne corks.
2 out of 5 was just too much to take, and he wanted to go home.
The man next to me couldn't stop laughing at the daft animal, so home we went.
The others were up...one was watching rugby on the TV...
....and the other was cooking breakfast.....come lunch...
For some reason Joe is not the least bit bothered about the wooden floor and will happily lie on it, whereas at Selina's he is scared of it and insists on standing only on the carpet.
The rest of the day was spent shopping- lazy shopping-picking up ideas and odd bits for the flat, choosing paint, looking for sofas and thinking about new beds.
Home and changed and out for a really good Indian down in the city centre, only a few minutes walk from the flat.
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