All is well

Birthday party with friends went remarkably well.

With the possible exception of Godzilla whipping his bottoms off to remove his pyjama pants from underneath his jeans … just out of reach of that run that Mums do. You know the one; one arm extended, the other wrapped firmly around breasts to stop them bouncing, and screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

It didn’t rain, although the morning did start off a little cooler than necessary. We only forgot bread and a knife. We did remember matches.

Coldsore still in existence, making it looked like I have been smacked quite hard in the mouth. Aside from that … all good.

A smidge too windy for lighting candles, but we made it happen anyway. It’s not a birthday party unless you blow canldes out. Godzilla enquired as to how old he was now 😕

No fighting, no tantrums, no broken limbs or any other sort of damage.

Even getting the kids to leave the playground for home went well.

Hmm, I wonder if I can get them into bed at 6?

Somehow, I seriously doubt it.

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