|Our Ian at Thirty|
|Ian at Seven|
I must be getting old because my little boy is thirty years old. It was his birthday yesterday and he managed to get time off from his busy job in London to return to his Sheffield nest. I took him out for breakfast at Jonty's on Sharrow Vale Road and then we drove to Meadowhall where he chose a nice shirt and a pair of suede desert boots as his birthday present. And in the evening, after Shirley had come home from work, we drove over to Rotherham for dinner in the excellent "Akbars" curry resaturant on Meadowbank Road. See the size of our nan bread hanging from a metal frame! Later he met up with his Sheffield friends at "The Pointing Dog" and must have sneaked home quietly some time after three in the morning. We are blessed to have such a smashing son who is generally happy and healthy, works hard, loves life and treats other people with respect. He has far more true friends than I had at his age.
|Full English birthday breakfast in Jonty's|
|Evening birthday curry meal at Akbar|