The seventeenth

Yes, another trip around the sun for the youngest of the two. There was an early, toddler, tradition of a tearful birthday photo when the excitement had got too much but these days it's more bemusement at what's inside the paper. This one had the shape and weight of a tin of soup and it's fair to say that *someone*, naming no names, has form for wrapping potatoes and other silly things.

Off soon to Dundee to collect the other one from his work so we can eat.