Shopping Trolley

We have a 'no dogs' policy in our Senior Citizen's Centre where I work, so he was unceremoniously dumped in the shopping trolley and sat there patiently until his owner had finished her coffee!


This house seems to have been in a state of chaos for ages now.  We have said goodbye to our lovely long-term German student, meeting her family and entertaining them with a proper English tea (cucumber sandwiches, scones and cream, the whole hog), at the same time as hosting the hairdresser doing Scary's and her friend's Prom hair!

Said Prom went very well, thank goodness

Then we had the packing for India, including the losing of the passport (which she had taken to the cinema to prove that she was 16 and forgotten about).  At this moment Scary should be in Delhi facing an 18 hour bus journey!  All with a back pack bigger than she is!

Tomorrow Starfish goes to London for a few days and The Runner and I will be on our own for the first time in sixteen years!

I wish I had some energy left!

Busy, busy, busy!

There's been rather a lot of this lately:-

My kitchen has displayed a similar level of devastation for nearly two weeks now.

I think I am quite sick of cake (did I really say that?)!

First of all, there were the refreshments for over 200 people at a play with a black and white theme. This was just for the afternoon performance (80 of them!).

Then in the evening there were another 150 (but I was so busy I didn't have time to take any photos!)

Then there was the teacher's birthday:

Last came THE PROM. Even though it's only the primary school, it's still a Big Thing, this Prom.

One has to have the right dress.

But it needs something to cover my arms Mum. So Mum gets knitting.

Doesn't my baby Mad One look so grown up?

Then we made cocktails, and burgers, and hot dogs, and ice cream, and jelly

oh, and more cake

and now I shall collapse in a heap. Oh but Harry Potter is on at the cinema, we must go Mum, we must! So we do; another late night but worth it.

Just one more thing; it is Spanish Girl's last night. So a nice meal is in order. Three courses at least (but no cake thank you).

And we have to get up at 6.00am to get her to the bus on time. Oh joy.

Then we have 4 hours to get ready for German Girl.

It will be lovely to see her again but I hope she doesn't expect scintillating conversation tomorrow night!