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This astromical dispute about Pluto is coming at an awkward time for us. The lad has just got interested in space but isn’t old enough to start sniggering at Uranus, though I’m sure that will come soon enough.

We bought a mobile of the planets a couple of months ago, though with our usual procrastination, we are yet to hang it. But I looked and we’ve lost one – I think it’s Pluto, so that’s a relief.

If you lend a boy a camera, what will he do? Well, this boy will take a picture of his players all in a line.

Should I read something into the fact that the English player has no ball? Oh well, at least the floor looks reasonably clean for once.

So I got a bit of help upgrading the software and now the pictures are back at patience.org. Links to the albums are here and on the right.

I will update the albums in the next few days, but by way of a taster, here’s a couple from yesterday at Chelsea Piers, where each Saturday he plays football and she does gymnastics. He’s improving each week and he always scores, usually about half the team’s goals. Yesteday in a short game he got a couple and here’s the celebration after one of them.

Meanwhile, with her gym finishing half an hour before football does, she comes to cheer him on. In a lull in proceedings yesterday, she invited herself to a game of catch with two older boys, as she is wont to do. This is her asking for the ball. Any comments regarding her hair-do should be directed towards her mother.

This was in a local playground, resting between practising her pitching. Her action isn’t quite as good as her brothers’, it has to be said.

But then she hasn’t spent as much time as he has studying the technique of Pedro and the other Mets.

Update: I should probably add that this was taken on my phone, hence the ‘quality’.

Blimey hold the middle page! Street fairs, that concentration of deep fried food, mix tapes and poor quality underwear that clog up New York’s streets every summer are apparently not the rich cultural institution the name may conjur up in people’s minds.

I could have told you that without commissioning a report just by looking out the window!  I like this comment on the Gothamist story:

“Hey, if it weren’t for street fairs, I would never have gotten to try things like deep-fried Oreos, which I had only read about in articles about how Middle America is getting fat.”