Hall of Fame

Back in July, my daughter told me she had found my 1962 (aged 7) 25 yards crawl swimming certificate and asked if she should bring it over on her trip a few days later but added she would like to have it if I didn't.

Naturally, I was thrilled that she wanted it, presumably to have some dry paper to light the fire in late September. Always glad that things aren't wasted.

Today I found out why. She has framed it and put it up in her guest bathroom! What on honour on my 65th birthday. Poor hubby Barry had been under pressure for months to get the bathroom completely renovated in time.