Eleven weeks old as of yesterday. And by way of correction to my last post, I've just realised that it's the 29th June today, not the 29th July, so we're actually a month short of the 1226th anniversary of King Offa's demise.
Which, funny enough, will therefore fall on my Dad's birthday; his 76th I think, although I'm not absolutely certain he isn't a little older. I can't remember if he was born in '46 or '44, although I suspect Grandad was a little bit busy elsewhere at the end of '43.
And it's also the day before my daughter gets married.
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