More Cake

See? Only these were slightly different - because Jeremy took the children out for a couple of hours while I made them, they have remarkably little infant spit in them. (The dotty one was MINE, destined to bear LARGE quantities of candles, the chocolate one for the other birthdays yesterday. They got one candle each.)

But to begin at the beginning - on Garden Party Day, waking to the pitter-patter of not-so-tiny raindrops meant much clutching of heads, frantic searching for possible alternative venues, and eventual erection of two gazebos. The food was delivered looking and smelling GREAT (from Chalfont Classic Cuisine. Use These People - They Are Fab!) and I cheered up Quite A Lot. And with the first guests, a break in the weather. It never got great, but we didn't get wet either. Which was fine.)

My beautiful eldest god-daughter brought her boyfriend, who turned out to breath fire! He gave us a demo in the garden (not his usual type of venue, but the audience was appreciative) and some of the younger members of the party wondered whether maybe his grandma had been a Real True Life dragon. (To my horror, I found him browsing my DVD collection. But he stumbled upon my Anime and Yay! I'm cool! (Or whatever the adjective is these days. Bad? Sweet? Oh - no - being 50 and all, COOL has probably swung right back into fashion. Erk.))

And I got presents too - mostly books, plants and chocolate. I really am that transparent.

So this morning was all about The Great School Shoe Run (yawn) but as the boys had just spent a bit more money on some more bloody Gogos, they kept themselves (and half the waiting customers (the younger half)) amused during the inTERminable wait. I meanwhile was in a slight (only slight) tizz, having left the house, closed the door and discovered that the keys I was holding were not my usual house keys, but the keys to the garage. It took me two and a half hours and three frenzied but ultimately bootless telephone calls to key-holders to realise that, if I could lock the garage doors with my un-usual keys, I could also unlock them . . .