Yesterday was Jiffy's 10th birthday, so I took the day off work.
We started the day with a walk around the cemetery, and then spent some time tidying mum's grave ....
We then went from there to Dad's, so he could share "The Boy's" (that's what dad always calls him) big day. I had got him a pressie, as well as my friend from Church.
Ours was yet another squeaky teddy ...
Whilst Christine bought him some fancy chew-bars, that he loves ...
That led to one very tired boy, and the need for a cuppa for me and dad
Can't believe you are 10, Jiffy. Yet sometimes it is hard to remember days before you arrived!