Before Frances was born I used to marvel and mums and dads with babes - particularly how much the former walked the latter. I could only presume that babes needed to be aired out often. Since Frances though I've learned its much simpler than that. Walks are (a) pretty much the only thing we both really like (since I'm not big on starring at her jingly purple bee and she's not really for any of the books I'm reading) and (b) the only time each day I get out of the house. And so we walk. A lot. Some days I'm lured by the thought of two or three or four walks. If this keeps up Frances will be able to map our Northend borough with eyes closed by the time she's three.
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