Happy Birthday to you … Happy Birthday to you … Happy Birthday dear Mummy Sooz, Happy Birthday to you! Hip hip hooray!
I cannot believe that M Sooz is having her birthday still. Surely she needs to leave some for someone else. I also cannot believe how old she is … which I won’t be saying here because that wouldn’t be nice! Although anyone who knows me knows that I am not always (nice)!
M Kaz has put the balloons out (yes, they are still up to the ceiling – Day 6) and the runner which says (Happy X0th Birthday – with the X being a number between something and something – it’s still a secret) and the actual number cut out of white polystyrene and veneered with glitter – that stuff is going to be around the house for a while – in pink and silver. At least M Kaz hasn’t put the metal confetti out because they’d never get rid of that! M Kaz wasn’t allowed to scatter it over the table at the French restaurant – they said someone did a few years ago and they’re still finding it! Truly it seems to be the gift that keeps on giving. We’re not sure where M Kaz is going to scatter it – although, knowing her, she will find somewhere.
True to her word, now that it has stopped raining, M Kaz and I went out into the yard this afternoon when they arrived back from morning tea. Yes, that’s right, they left at 10 o’clock to go to morning tea and weren’t back until nearly 2pm. They brought back what was left of M Sooz’s birthday cake – and if I could spell French I would be able to tell people what it was – it’s made of shoe (? spelling) pastry and looks a bit like a traffic cone with bumps.
Nigella ... 