The knives are out

Currently sat at Zurich airport awaiting our 6.55 flight back to Manchester after a great week in Switzerland.

As a memento of our boys trip I bought Joseph, or rather Joe, a Swiss Army Knife. My godfather bought me one when I was about 10 that I still have and still take with me when travelling.

So, thought it would be good to give him something he can use, and have through his travels in life.

Maybe his name will have half worn off in 40 years time too.