Charlotte was the youngest of a big family for ten years. In a sense, I think, we all still see her as a little blonde haired, brown eyed toddler giving the puppy dog eyes and showing off the dance from her school play. Watching her turn eighteen and become a bona fide adult was an odd, but happy, occasion.
Those of us who could gathered for a good old fashioned pub lunch, then my very own chocolate cake, the birthday song and some candles at my Grandad's house. Afterwards we took the rare opportunity to gather us oldies together and take some snaps, with varying results and levels of hilarity.
Happy Birthday Charlotte!