Gentleman Colin Allen

One of my Dad's old work friends dropped in with his daughter Jasmine. He is officially known as 'The World's Nicest Man', but I just called him Colin. Jasmine was keeping her eyes firmly on her dinner which my Mum was holding/tasting.

 

Hair loss

It's official I am going the same way as my Dad, my hair is falling out at a rapid rate............pictures to follow when I have managed to pull myself together!!!!

Fancy dress

Maradona Good, Pele Better, George Best.


This is my Mum's favourite shirt for me, apparantly he is The King, my Dad says The King is Eric Cantona, but Grandad Smith says The King is Denis Law.


Here I am looking about 4!!! I am modelling a t-shirt of Che Guevara (I have no idea who he is!), my Dad likes to think of himself as a Socialist although his Best Man Steve Errington has been known to call him a Champagne Socialist!!!! Note that the remote control is not attached to my Dad on this occasion.

Back where it all started

We went back to the hospital, here I am thanking the nurses and doctors from the Special Care Unit. Nurse Anita was one of the nurses who looked after me and she couldn't believe how big I had got....thats mothers finest milk for you!

 

Mmmmm......sleep.......

My Dad's attempt to be artistic, I think he just pressed the wrong button and made the pictures turn black & white!!!!!

 

The Kapurs Drop In

After having nasty emails from both Oslo and sunny Mossley about my lack of blogging activities, thought I had better catch up before they send the big boys round!!!!

The Kapurs dropped in one sunny saturday back in September to pass on some much needed advice to my Mum and Dad. Here is the lovely Annette and daughter Maisie, showing them how to make me fall asleep, just hold one smelly foot in the air and just like magic...out for the count!!!

Maisie showing what she will do to any bullies when she gets to Broadoak School.

Sunny proving that a modern man has a way with babies.