The Frumplingtons

The Senior Frumplingtons came over this morning, it being Father’s Day. It’s hard to believe Pa Frumplington will be seventy next year. He’ll have to curb his wild ways by then; no more fighting in the street, no more staying up till the end of News at Ten, and no more of those all-night cocoa benders he’s so fond of.

The SFs brought us a huge pile of family photos. Here’s one of me, aged somewhere around five or six years old (I think), riding a rocking horse. I might not be able to fit into the outfit any more, but some might say I’m still a bit of a cowboy at heart.

Yeeeee-hah!