King for a day

I don't know about you other 'grown ups' but i'm asking myself, how did i actually get here? Only 20 short years ago i was, well 20, with the world at my Dr. Marten booted feet. And whoosh suddenly 40, eh? what happened.
No denying that i have been a grumpy old man since, actually always, so this is only my age finally cathcing up with itself.

I must now also sadly concede at the age og 40 and 1 day that i will never play in goal for United.

So king for a day, i had a bonfire on a cake.

and Silje kindly made me a crown, just to make feel that litte bit more superior, i know everybody at the table was jealous.

During our summer holidays somebody.........

saw a red sky at night,

smiled a lot,

overcame their fear of boats,

felt the wind in their (never been cut) hair

got bigger,

didn't catch anything again,

got the fishing line caught in the outboard engine,

got hugged,

ate too much jelly and squirty cream,

perfected thier 'fake come on just take the picture' smile,

rode on a donkey

overcame thier fear of holding animals,

and then wouldn't put them down,

went to the beach,

got wet,




celebrated their 3rd birthday,

had a proud older sister for company,

got an umbrella for their birthday,

 

opened some more presents,

 

squirted themselves in the eye with a water pistol,

perfected their bikini pose at the age of 5½

marveled at top quality chinese craftmanship.

went to the beach again,

 

layed low on a lilo,

 

pushed thier father in the sea.