This weekend was a big one. Grandpa George was 80 years old. He is quite old. But you can't tell. He is still silly quite a lot. I am nearly one and getting better at being silly. When I am 80 I will be really silly. Anyway...
Daddy washed the chairs and then the rain washed them again.
Granny was icing the little cakes.
Mags and Grandpa cleaned the garden.
Look, Grandpa has lost his birds of prey. Can you ring him if you find them.
This is me. I am making sure everyone is working hard.
This is me. It's tiring making sure everyone is working hard.
Some nice flowers.
Some nice people.
A nice gazebo
Cheers Grandpa!
Here I am learning to walk.
Here is Grandpa being silly. He is pretending he is flying away. Does he think I came down in the last shower? Silly billy.
Here are more than 80 cakes but not the ones with the candles or the people singing happy birthday. I think Mummy forgot to take a picture of that. Silly billy.
Also, I went swimming with Daddy and Joe and Hollie and Uncle Jonathan and Aunty Barbara and Grandad and Lyn. I had to tell them all what to do because they were being very splashy. I love swimming. Good bye. Love from Bess.
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