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
3 Vegetable peelings:
Ah! Italia 90. Ireland in the World Cup finals for the first time and Steve Bull in the England squad - happy days.
Many happy returns to Kat/Kiki.
Happy birthday Kat - you have every reason to be proud of her, Richard, she's beautiful :)
Malc, ta.
Zoe, yes although the other day she apparently dyed her hair red and as we live a couple of hundred miles apart, I've yet to see the evidence. There are other things to get used to, such as what her hundreds of friends call her on Facebook. I have resisted the urge to correct some of their spelling.
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