Raffers turns 2!

My little boy is now officially a toddler, although I'd say the so-called 'terrible-two's' have been alive and well and living in our house for the past year or so. Whatever, it is still a feat of some magnificence that Raffers is doing so well and seems to be a happy and pleasant child. I shall remember these days with fondness when he finally reaches the 'terrible teens' or is that 'terrifying teens' , and he's telling me to go to hell and wishes he'd never been born etc., and I catch him smoking fags/pot/crack out his bedroom window whilst simultaneously getting the girl next door pregnant. Ah! How positively splendid that both Roy and I have these glorious years ahead. Let me not be too half empty on this matter, after all he could ultimately turn out to be far worse than this. Imagine my child being a geek! Now I'm definitely not prepared for that!

So HAPPY BIRTHDAY my darling little boy. You light up a world which is sometimes dark and refill a glass that is (usually) half empty. One day, hopefully, you'll be refilling my spillage-proof beaker with Gin and wiping my arse while I dribble and moan that 'life isn't what it used to be' Errrr....good luck with that one Raffers!