The men in my life

These are the men in my life - my boyfriend Andy and my Dad. It should hopefully be fairly obvious which one is which.

Andy, bless his heart, doesn't usually look quite so silly. He was beguiled into wearing the hat and apron for a barbecue. He seemed to strangely enjoy it though which is, I feel, worrying.

My father, on the other hand, has no shame. He dropped so many hints about getting a chef's outfit one year, he ended up with three hats, a t-shirt a chef's jacket and checked trousers. Which he wears at any available cooking opportunity.

He lives about 130 miles away (as does my Mum).

I am now going to try to rotate some of these pictures. If I succeed, I will put them on the blog.