Wim was bringing Remy's birthday cake home so when Wim arrived it was all action stations a go go.
|remy's favourite present|
No time for dawdling over dinner, we had a pub to hit up. Remy was about to have his first beer. We car pulled across Hoorn to a lovely little pub. Nevermind that it was a Wednesday night and just about every other person in the place was drinking tea of coffee, we were there to par-tay (i promise i will not use party as a verb in this blog again). Paul was really hoping to be able to buy the glass that Remy's first beer came in but the pub didn't have any branded glasses and the idea off just buying a plain dirty pint glass didn't have quite the same appeal, still special though.
I think i was really lucky to be able to share this day with Remy, before they arrived in Holland i had very little to do with Paul's family other than seeing them at some of our family parties, this has been a really good chance to get to know Harry and Remy.
Because i am so behind on my blogs i am using this one as a chance to say a shout out to my Dad, Happy Birthday! I have a lot to be thankful for, having you in my life, and i'm not just saying that because you experienced a Mary McKillop Miracle or because you were on the TV