10??!??! How the....??

It wasn't a ridiculously early rise from the burfday boy,  but still earlier than usual. Paper shredding and coco pops ensued. He declared himself happy with his presents. And off to school he went; I did a brief lap of the seafront, glimpsing Mr B and his pilot zipping off along LGR before settling into work. 

There was an online physio consultation with the birthday boy after lunch and that gave me the opportunity to rattle together the obligatory Smarties birthday cake.

At 4 we set off with the other lad to Porto and Fi to meet their grand parents; fish and chips were consumed; then home via Lidl for new sleeping apparatus for Orkney and cake. EVentually they found room for it. I celebrated by catching up on the Vuelta once they'd both disappeared off to bed.