'Well, I think you're biased. Love us both, of course you're going to think we look good together.'

Martin burps finally, sans vomit luckily. He considers holding on to him, then decides he won't be safe from more photos and anyway, he doesn't want to be stuck holding him when changing time comes round.

So, baby in the crib. Ramon flops back onto the bed and steals some of the remaining food. 'Yeah, you look alike. It'll be strange when he's a bit older, I think.'