turned 11 yesterday.
And declared it the best birthday yet. Quite probably due to the receipt of a compound bow and arrow set, much wanted and now scratched from the Christmas list.
Birthdays in December make for a very long year. When you're a kid at least.
The bow has already had a good workout.
No tree, box or sister is safe.
I can see Harry Potter having to slide into the backseat for the next month or two.
Robin Hood's moved in.