Turned up early to take Fil out for lunch on Sunday to find him in his onesie. Not just any old onesie, but a reindeer onesie complete with hood and antlers. He's also quite short so the legs had taken on a Norah Batty look. DH and I were totally taken aback-it's not every day an 88 year old slightly saggy reindeer opens the door! At least he was seasonal - he also insists on wearing late mil's pink fur rabbit onesie (yes, with hood and ears) as well.
Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him







