It's my Birthday

Well, it was last week.  I'm five now.  Look I got a badge an' everything, Bean found me a lovely pink ribbon.

Five years old - wow. That makes me a big girl, ready for school the Mother Bean says.  Not sure about that I work all day already so when would I fit it in?

I got lovely pressies too and both in my favourite colour.  One's an Okopus and the other is a Squirtle (well, that's what its label says).  I really don't which is better so they take turns.
Finnegan has tried to steal the Squirtle back but I've taken them beyond the gate so he can't - much, he does pick-mouth as I bring them back to show them off.

Wimbledon - already?

Well no actually.

Yes, that's Pimms, but look at the TV, not green lawn tennis courts but rugby posts.

First time we've been drinking Pimms during a match, well it was the final and it was the end of May but even so.  And no, we're not discussing the result.  Roll on September.