Big had a good birthday. She liked her box of bits this morning, and dressed in her new skirt and some new tights. Her present from E at school was very well received, unsurprisingly as she adores him (and it was a very nice present, an Emily Windsnap 2 book gift box
. On the way to school, Simon Bates read out her name and said Happy Birthday to her (which probably meant more to me that it did to her tbh 😀 ) and at school she got to bake a cake and do her birthday walk (outside in the rain, so that Henry the rabbit who shares her birthday could join in!)
Home again, and Grandma was persuaded to visit, and lots of ppl rang her to wish her happy birthday. There were more presents: clothes and a Russian Doll Painting Kit
from Grandma; more books from D, S, G & L (including one of the most gorgeous books
I’ve ever seen, I’m really looking forward to perusing that further); and the most bizarre present of all, a Carmengirls Steam Dream Styler with Straightener, Curler, Tongs, Body Glitter & Lip Gloss
(except hers has free glitter hair mascara and kiss lip gloss) from one of my sisters who ought to know better. To give her her due, I think she might have thought that the carmengirls logo all over this thing implied it was a child’s styling kit – nope, this is full on hair styling for adults, and has labels all over it saying don’t use near children. I had instant flashbacks to sunday evenings with various relatives attempting to style my recalcitrant locks – the feeling of fear as the heat came too near to your head, the knowledge that you were going to look like a hedgehog left out in the rain by morning anyway.
Hohum. Back to the birthday. Big had a fabulous day, and her only disappointment is that a proffered shopping trip for tomorrow after school can’t be taken up as I’ve no car tax to drive the car to work with (Tim is away down to Suffolk again tomorrow). So me and them will be stranded at home with a perfectly serviceable mercedes sitting on the drive, waiting for the tax disc to wend its weary way here. Still, means that I don’t have to tangle with the M1 for a bit, which is cause for some celebration from my point of view. Plus the children were up ludicrously late, and I suspect will not be ready to rise and shine at 7 in the morning (and if I don’t get off to bed now I won’t feel much like it by 8 either!)
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