Three months and two weeks ago, Emma turned 2.
For her birthday, she was sent a bouquet of balloons from Granny Heath and Grandad. They were warned at the time that the balloons should arrive on the day of the party, since they were only guaranteed to stay inflated for a day or two.
Today, we are preparing ourselves to say goodbye to the final balloon. It is down to around the size of a tennis ball, and we expect it to shrivel up and breathe its final breath in the next day or so - at the extraordinary age of four months.
During its lifetime, it has entertained over twenty children between the ages of 3 months and 7, as well as many adults.
The balloon - know affectionately in our family as "yellow balloon" - will be sadly missed.
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