Jake’s 2nd birthday. We sing happy birthday and he looks at us like we’re out of our minds. We give him some of his presents and I notice that he has fewer cards than last year. He’s not ill this year so people have forgotten. We arrive in Swanage and I realise I’ve left my bag in the cab. I get it back though it costs us another cab fare. We have a mediocre lunch by the sea and then stand on the beach shivering in the wind, eating icecream. Dinner is also forgettable but we’re on holiday and happy.