Mimi's party and the sausages

We had a lovely day today - went to Sarah & Roo's house for a combination 16th anniversary and 2nd birthday party. Mimi was quite overwhelmed when it came to cake cutting time, but when you're that cute and it's your birthday, you can get away with anything. Kirsty's two and Jax's two added to my three and Mimi and Dino, so there were 9 kids to 5 adults.

Roo bbq'd sausages and chicken drumsticks and a few veggie type things for Jax and the kids ate and ate and drank apple juice and ate some more, muddied up the garden, drank more juice, ate and then, hmm, should it be mud or juice? And combined both.

We left there about 7.30 (as I had no idea it was so late - still not adjusted to clocks going forward) and we all trundled home, Piglet singing 'loria' at the top of her voice at irrelevant intervals (we were listening to Karl Jenkins' the Armed Man). Then D tried to get her to sing 'sanctus' at the right point, to which Piglet just yelled 'LORIA' even louder. Ho hum, so much for culture.

The high point of the day came just as we were driving back into the village, not 5 minutes from home. D suddenly announced "Right, everyone got their sausages?". And she and T both pulled a couple of half eaten sausages out of their pockets. I could hardly drive for laughing. "What?" says D. "We brought them for Daddy as he didn't get any barbecue!" Lucky Daddy, those sausages are now sat on the counter waiting for him to get home. Ahh, aren't they sweet?