These two fight.
These two tease each other.
These two drive me slightly barmy on a semi-regular basis.
These two are best friends.
And the big one? He was utterly delighted when his little brother fell asleep on his shoulder. He kissed his head and put an arm around him and simply beamed.
A simple drive trialling out Thommo’s new-to-us car, complete with dickie seats so it will hold 7 and be a good back up for the Tarago. Except now we’re going to be a family of 8 so that was a fail. But that moment, that moment made it all worthwhile.
These two are brothers, best of enemies, best of friends.