Frannie is a year old now and in the middle of being a beautiful terror in our lives.

But when she runs, she flies. If she had wings, I don’t think we’d see her again. Once this lockdown is over, we are going to walk for miles on long sandy beaches. Until then it’s apologies to the *seagulls in the park.

*No seagulls were harmed. She just enjoys the chase, if it was a crisp packet it would be equally fun.