Sprattles of Atlanta

So here I am visiting my brother and his family (Victoria [wife], Karena 5, Luke 3 & Faith 3 [twins]). Chris (aka Diff) met me at the airport and despite the three years that had past since we were last together I recognised him and he recognised me. He hadn't changed in those three years (I had to have a quiet word with him about personal hygiene...ho ho ho!). He made an observational comment about my grey hair. Hmmm, thanks! At least he wasn't wearing cowboy boots and a Stetson hat as he has been known to do.

Victoria likewise hadn't changed a lot since the last time we met, which was at Dad's funeral over six years ago! I did look for the picture in the attic that was ageing on her behalf but all I found was a kilo of marijuana (joking!!!).

The kids on the other hand had changed immeasurably. This was because I had never met them and going from nothing to something is about as big a change as you can get...I think. Yup, I think it is.

Here's some pics of the motley bunch of Sprattles. To use an untrue expression from our youth courtesy of Jimmy Alexander - 'Look at the Spratt children, aren't they ugly?!' Errr...no actually but thanks Jimmy and Gawd bless ya!