Balloons, presents, cake, jelly, ice cream and parties at Wacky Warehouse . . . It must be great being five; a birthday is like a slightly smaller version of Christmas. Waking your parents up at four in the morning to ask if you can open your presents. 'Yippee!' instead of 'Oh God, I'm forty!', which is what I'll be saying this year in a less than cheerful tone.
We sang 'Happy Birthday' to Heather, followed by a round 'For She's aJolly Good Fellow!'. Jill noticed Heather, who was joining in (and why not?), was actually singing 'Cheese and Cauli-good-flower!'
Jill has baked and decorated no less than three big cakes. One for the small party we had this morning for her side of the family. A second cake will go to Wacky Warehouse, where all Heather's friends will be bouncing around and being sick on the padded assault course, and the third cake is for the party we're having for my side of the family this evening. Jill likes baking. Just as well, really.
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