They grow up so fast, don't they.
The ex and I were on holiday at the time, here (in a house behind the tree on the left. Thanks to Confucious Trevaskis for the photo):
England won. Alcohol had been taken and there was a degree of over-casual, caution to the wind celebration. 18 years ago today, out popped a beautiful little baby, Katie. Today she's an even more beautiful independently-minded young woman who now calls herself Kat. But she will always be my little Kiki, who I used to annoy by linking my fingers through hers when we held hands. I am inordinately and chest-beatingly proud. Who wouldn't be? Happy Birthday darling XXX