Dear Rupert,
The day is finally here for you to start school. It's been hanging over me for several long months, in one way dreading the day but in another knowing that you are ready.
I remember the feeling of waking up as a child on Christmas morning and the first thing I would do is have a feel of the stuffed stocking at the bottom of my bed.
I want my boys to have that same pleasure but without filing it with cheap tat that will end up in the bin a few days later. So if you're also looking for ideas, I've scoured the shops and internet for lovely little things.
