Last Saturday I went to Netty's birthday party. They live in a row of cottages in Kent with gravestones growing in the garden. They had a white tent thing up because it was raining. Last year, the farmer was invited, but not this year. He saw the tent=party, so he kept driving past in a RATTLY cart, this way and that, over and over again. He was jealous.
Happy birthday, Netty and your twin sister. I like the cannon.