N is for Love
N is really for Norway, but I moved there for love.
Reader, I married him.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
I may have been awfully forgetful about blogging but I had a fabby couple of weeks with my nephew. And that is totally delicious.
We hung out a lot, me and the lovely boy (and my sister of course, but you know, she is great and all, but he is so darn cute).
Of course, looking at those pictures, it is entirely possible we hung out too much.
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