Shaggy Scooby, in need of a hair cut, sits prettily in the living room, his eyes pleading deeply with me to make an appointment with the groomer.
The kids jump noisily on the trampoline, tirelessly working off the build-up of wintry months indoors and stagnant hours of school drudgery.
In mid-air, S spins expertly with enviable nimbleness (nimbility?).
Scooby preens proudly post-clipping for the camera, with the shirtless wonder, J, our exhausted wonderkid.