The art exhibition was a triumph...

I think the monster's the one on the left. The far left. And I wouldn't fancy anyone's chances in a fight against my daughter. But all of that aside, it's undoubtedly a masterpiece, and would grace the wall of any major art gallery. Admittedly, as a family, we don't have a great track record in the purchase of fine art, and are generally more likely to buy something from Tate & Lyle than the Tate, but the fact remains that I'd be happy to pay good money for that picture. Although fortunately I don't have to, as I'm related to the artist.

Sadly, I couldn't make Amelie's art exhibition myself as I had something better to do, but I heard it was very good. Or I would have done if I'd had my phone on. I've actually spent the week travelling around London from Wimbledon to Waterloo (and back again), before ending up here on Thursday...

That's the Fulham Road in Chelsea, the location for my Trust induction day, which taught me numerous things, chief amongst them being the fact that the Royal Marsden coat of arms features a unicorn standing on a crab because we're trying to stamp out cancer. I don't think they were winding me up. I also enjoyed the talk about radiation poisoning, which taught me that pilots are all slightly radioactive because they spend their lives closer to the sun. Or something. I'll mention that to Big Sis, and buy her a Geiger counter for Christmas.

While I've been working hard for a living, Toby's been busy planking on a foldable table...

... and Amelie's been congratulating him on his efforts...

'Hir' means 'here'. I hope that's clir.

To be honest, the boy's rarely upright...

He's bed-bound and loving it. I'm doing twelve-hour working days to pay for him to lounge around in his monkey pyjamas. Either he starts producing saleable art pretty quickly, or he'll be on the next bus to Jobcentre Plus.