You know you've had a party when...

...you're eating onion bahjiis and sausage rolls for breakfast!

The Buncefield Bash was a terrific success. Everyone brought a little bit of something to eat and drink (tea cake, chili, trifle, nibbles, booze). Everyone joined in with all the games, the cereal packet game is now considered 'old hat' by the children. The 'jelly baby in the flour game' claimed Marsha and Bambino as it's first two victims and the 'eat the chocolate with the gloves on game' was played fiercely by Bag Mac and Bambi - with MUCH cheating by both. Unfortunately we didn't get time to learn Big Mac's 'toilet roll game' perhaps next year. The children were well behaved and had great fun too, dressing up, karaokeing and playing buzz.

Mr Fink's legendary indoor fireworks were the stars of the show, we were all warned to stand well back and as ever, no one could believe their eyes at the roman candles firing out of the Buncefield cake!

I thoroughly enjoyed myself and laughed all evening. Thank you all for taking the trouble to come (Mr & Mrs Fogg travelled down from York to be here) and making the evening what it was, another wonderful night of fun with the people I care most about. Thank you all. It would be nothing without all of you. xxx

Where is my child?

Monday. Hm Monday. Garfield always said, "I hate Mondays!". The Boomtown Rats said, "I don't like Mondays". Me, I never really bothered about them until this week. I had one that bit back.

I went for lunch with my friends from work - The 'Ladies Whot Lunch Club'. All was going well until I text'd Mrs Emm and asked her where she was?, she replied, "You were going to text me if you were going - you didn't text". Oh bugger, I thought we had I was going UNLESS I text'd. OOps, Mrs Emm missed the lunchtime Chinese buffet.

Then I had to take the minutes at the monthly department Board meeting. That was fine until one of the board members said, "Don't minute that remark." I thought, "What remark?" (note to self - don't go for a big meal prior to an afternoon full of meetings - or you will feel sleepy)

After the meeting I went to pick up Little Fink who had been to Tigger's (she is the same age as Little Fink but twice as bouncy!) house for tea after school. I had 10 minutes to collect her then drop her off at my 'Cub-share' friend (we take it in turns to ferry the Cubs back and forth). I pulled up at the house, knocked on the door, after a few minutes a strange woman in a bathrobe came to the door. Eek who is this? Where is my child? We ascertained that Tigger's family had moved from there nearly a year ago - ARGH I knew this - what am I doing here. I apologised for getting the lady out of the bath and set off to the other side of the Town to the new address. I got lost and had to ring Tigger's mum for directions. I got there and picked Little Fink up, gave Tigger's mum a really good laugh at what I had done, dropped Little Fink off at Mrs Cub-share's house. went home and hide from Monday for the rest of the night!

Monday - 1. Me - nil