Awww!
That's Margot in Glasgow. At almost eight months old, she is getting used to the idea of eating though I rather suspect that she would prefer to live on a milky diet for the rest of her life. She remains the most pleasant of babies. Smiles emanate freely from her and when she wakes from a nap, she never cries. Instead, she looks around noticing whatever is in her line of vision. There is an air of peacefulness about her. Will it last? I don't know but a person's character starts to form when they are very young. My "Song for Margot" acquired more words in Glasgow: Margot.Margot,Margot Life's just a passing show You stand there in the light Then wave and say good night. High up in the sky Clouds are drifting by And if perchance they cry It rains. Following the poonami and subsequent clear up at the motorway services near Carlisle, I was holding Margot by a table when an older woman stopped by and said, "What a beautiful baby! She has lo...