…William came into the world. Kicking and screaming and that’s how he’s been ever since! In honour of this great event Caroline bought him a birthday cake. Yes, this one you see here. Isn’t it grand? Just what you would imagine for a 61 year old, eh? Sweet of her though. I made a Courgette Cake the day before and I could’ve put candles on it and called it a birthday cake but I never thought, anyway this one was far cuter. I’m just a bad wife! Charlie helping grandad blow the candles out. George and Nicholas giving grandad his pressie. ( I know this pictures is a bit blurred, I had the wrong lens on my camera).
We don’t make a fuss of birthdays but coincidentally John and Lesley had invited us round to their house, so we spent the evening in good company enjoying a drink and playing cards. And as luck would have it for the birthday boy he won at cards.