Just when you thought that there isn't much news, I'm pleased to say that it's Max's birthday today.
He's eight years old, but how does he celebrate it? By waking us at 4.00 in the morning for absolutely no reason that we could fathom. He seemed a bit agitated but as Max is usually very 'cool', nothing seems to bother him, we sat with him for half an hour, until he settled, and then we all went back to bed.
A great start to the day, thanks Max.