The Don turns 32. But sadly The Dons didn't win 3-2.
We celebrated over breakfast, hence the pyjamas, breakfast bowls, rather bleary eyes, and no image of me.
The Weetabix was soon forgotten by Toots...
...though the love wasn't.
Later that evening in our holiday house we celebrated with a slice of cake. A cake which flamin' had to be pre-sliced to fit in the cake carrier/holder thing.
The Don's birthday present from Toots and Tiger, in all it's glory, before a 7 year old, a 2 year old and a 1 year old asserted their 'creative influences and engineering experiences':
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