Chris and I all dressed up for his graduation.

"Oooh,... just... can't... reach... fleas..."

Bertie. Four months old.

"You disappoint me, Mr Anderson..."

My brother. As typical as younger brothers can be I guess.

"Now look here Bertie, I think you and I need to have a little chat, man to man, sorry, cat..."

Chris attempts an intelligent conversation with Bertie, both finding this as equally as hard to keep up.

Just enough energy to keep his eyes open. Sleepy Chris.

"No, really, if I don't hold on to them, my top might fall off...!"

Me in the garden.

There are frankly no words, except my dad has no shame.

Chris smiles as he thinks of the chocolate cake Mum is about to put in front of him.

Bertie struggles to get away from the big ugly monster... no, wait, that's me.

"I am sweet and innocent, honest!"