HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my youngest and tallest child. Friday was my youngest son’s 17th birthday so we had a lovely day shopping in London for his designer t-shirts. We did an impromptu brunch at The Wolseley where we had possibly the best smashed avocado on toast in town and then an evening of partying with family. What could be better?
He’s come a long way from the child he was at 10. I’m very proud of him (sometimes), but particularly in reference to his weight, which he’s managed to shed over time – mainly by stretching himself out to a very tall 6’5″. It showed a lot of discipline on his part…
So our photo diary of the day as it slowly deteriorates as follows:-
Stopping off at the bank to put his birthday money away:-
Brunch at the Wolseley with his gorgeous girlfriend:-
Dinner at our favourite restaurant The Pope’s Eye with all the kids and my mother and brother – they only serves steak and chips! (and Marlborough New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc). Note birthday son has already disappeared off to meet his friends:-
This is where it starts to go a bit wrong:-
It goes without saying that we have to all end up back at the ranch dancing to “Pata Pata”….lovely:-
Happy Birthday gorgeous man child….