It’s Colin’s first birthday today, and in recognition of that, I did a thing with a video I took of her on Suiderstrand beach this morning:
Before you watch, please know that it was a spur of the moment thing, using a cellphone and Windows Movie Maker, so don’t get too excited.
But I quite like it anyway. The official hashtag is #FlappyEars.
Happy Birthday, Colin.
Boy’s birthday. Borrowed a friend. Chaotic fun. Pizza. And then up to see his SunStar all lit up.
It was great, but we’re all thoroughly knackered now. And so, as ever, more tomorrow.
It’s Mrs 6000’s birthday today, but we’re only heading out to celebrate now, as we’ve been to two other birthday parties already today. What a common time of the year to be born.
Drinking will be involved this evening, so I thought I’d drop this in early, despite the lack of internet at home.
And there are three good reasons why this is all you’re getting today.
Happy Birthday to our younger bundle of fun, who reaches the milestone of five years old today.
Here she is looking rather peeved. She has been known to smile as well though, especially when given a rusk.
As with most 5-year-olds these days, she is already well on her way to becoming a proper independent teenager, but thankfully, she still needs her Dad’s hugs from time to time.
I going to cherish them while they’re still on offer.
Sunday 15th July. It’s Scoop’s 4th birthday and she and the rest of the family are spending the day travelling. First, from Sheffield to London, then across the capital to Terminal 5 at Heathrow and then, overnight back home to Cape Town. Door to door should be about 21 hours. It’s functional, it’s necessary and it’s no fun for any of us, to be fair.
As I write, the flooded East Midlands are flying past, reminding me just how crappy the weather has been since we’ve been over. It’s not too bad out there at the moment, although apparently it’s raining in London. Fortunately, we don’t have to go outside once we get there.
Sadly, while we’ve enjoyed our stay immensely, this will always be remembered as the summer holiday that never really got very summery. We can count three sunny days on one hand, which, bearing in mind we’ve been in Europe for over three weeks, isn’t great.
It’s gone so quickly, but it still seems like forever since we arrived: the days in London and Paris are like a lifetime ago. It’s going to take a long evening with the photos to remember and relive the details.
But right now, gazing out at the fetid industrial heartland of… erm… Market Harborough, I’m going to try and amuse the kids for at least some of the remaining 90 minutes to St Pancras.