the corner office

Rather a nice weekend. Aunt-visiting-from-South-Africa, cousin, cousin-in-law-to-be, sister and brother-in-law came to visit yesterday. Lunch at the Crown in South Moreton (well recommended), followed by a drive along a few country lanes and a lazy afternoon with everyone making a fuss of Leo.

Leo, for his part, was on fine form, charming everyone by being adorable and sociable. Of course, the minute the last guest was out the door, the toothless grin dropped, he hauled out a pack of cigarettes and a six pack and plopped down on the couch hurling abuse at the TV and his parents and ripping the heads off his teddy bears and making foul bodily-function sounds and scratching himself in unmentionable places.

OK, not really, I made that last bit up (mostly). The little man knows how to turn on the charm for an audience, though. That's not a bad thing, and way preferable to the alternatives, but I hope he doesn't start thinking it's going to turn his parents into pushovers. No way, no chance of that happening. Nuh-uh, never.