Where do the years go? 12 of them to be precise…

In Richmond Park, '98

No longer our little man, he’s becoming a giant which might explain why there’s no food in the house, the day after the weekly shop! We went for a walk the other night and when he tried to put me in some kind of “grab”, I was almost under his armpit! Someone said he was going to hit 6′ 4″ and I’m inclined to agree with them at this juncture.

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