Ground Floor

We've had an old friend staying with us this weekend, and here's G doing her best to get in the way as I tried to get the spare room ready the other day. We went to the airport to meet him on Friday, and I had to be creative to keep G entertained while we waited. Eventually we ended up going up and down in one of the big lifts, with G repeating what the disembodied announcer was saying. "Ground floor!" she chirruped happily, at least 397 times. Next time I'll remember to take her a book.

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