There was a hubbub in the garden today. Bunting had been put up, a long table had been put up, and there was a cake which the boys had been told not to touch until later.
They both watched out of the bedroom window as the adults hustled and bustled about.

They had been made to have a PROPER bath that morning, and were spick and span and been told not to get muddy.
The Outfits hung ready; imposing frills, and colour that would give you a headache in a dark room.
The boys were Not Keen. Jeffrey had suggested a cowboy outfit instead!

‘Boys!’ shouted Dad. ‘Get dressed for the photos!’
They got dressed. Badly.
Dad bustled in, took one look, and started tucking Karl’s shirt in.
‘Come on boys, this is an important day for Nana; we all need to be good and soon there will be cake!’
‘Cake!’ the boys agreed.

Dad finished adjusting their bow ties and stood back.
‘Oh, you both look darling!’ he said, and wiped a small tear from his eye. ‘Right, gang, let’s go!’
Dad led them out of the bedroom and into the hurly-burly of preparations.

Nana was in the front room with a gaggle of her bingo buddies fussing round her. Jeffrey had to admit she looked really happy. He had worried because dad had said Nana would be glowing, and he thought it sounded kinda painful.
‘OH MY BOYS!’ Nana shouted.