Fell backwards into the Muck (2000-2003)

“Dad, my toes are cold” little Abi, just turned four chimed up! “Mine too!” big sister added.  “Bethany’s cold too!” they sang in chorus. Jan and I soldiered on pretending we hadn’t heard them.  30 minutes later we had given up and sat warming cold toes in front of the fire!

Welcome to the USA! (’95)

I drove the five hours home in a rental car, Walked into our little home, picked up and hugged my little two year old daughter. Who threw her arms around me for a massive cuddle and walked through to the kitchen. Jan turned around from the sink, smiled and said, “We’ve sold the house!”