Gone.

The trampoline was taken down today. The kids want a fire pit to sit round with their friends. So they decided between themselves that the trampoline spot would be perfect. George and I dismantled it and sorted out the ground today. Turf is coming tomorrow.

It's actually quite sad. My babies aren't babies anymore. Grown up big people. Grown up, happy, sensible, clever people.

We found and dug up a lost plastic toy soldier, that must have been George's.

I don't think the irony or sentiment was lost on either me or George.