Cam

Happy Birthday to Cam Hargreaves (4/12/98). A classic day was had by all involving a dip in a spa, a taste of River Cottage, and a breakfast of chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. I honestly cannot believe the little man is twelve, it only seems like a few years ago that we were bringing him back home from the maternity ward. We were living in Plymouth back then, and after Fiona did her stuff in record time and without pain relief, of which she reminds me of all the time as I had to have a couple of paracetamols during the birth, we brought our little bundle back. We laid him on the bed, laughed, and said "What do we do now"?. Twelve years later and we are still not sure, but he hasn't turned out too badly. He has a short fuse, goes slightly crazy at times, he can run for Britain, he hates losing, he is brave and funny, he is obsessed with chocolate, football, and cars, he hates going to bed at night, and is convinced he will be a millionaire. Like father like son.

Footy now and as the big freeze put pay to most of the fixtures locally, the only thing to do was to go sledging. The new sledges were bought, the local Millets was again ransacked of all its produce and we were ready, but in true Shaun Ryder 'speak' the snow had unfortunately ****** off!

Have a great day one and all.

CH