Well Becca is now 7 - and I am at least 120! The party went well - 14 small girls made beautiful (if slightly tacky!) beady things; they ate disgustingly pink icecream cake and sang happy birthday, and made more noise than you would think possible - so we put them into cars and drove them to someone elses party!! Very painless! Must remember to take down the balloons on the gate.
As usual, I never fail to be amazed by the wild imagination of toy makers - Becca got a Pop Idol Barbie (longer legs than the Colossus of Rhodes! and arms like Mr Tickle!), a fortune telling mirror and quite remarkable array of things that you can stick together, take apart and generally mess around with for hours.
Sunday was slightly more complicated. At 2.10 I was soooo organised that I actually started hanging washing out - and this would have been fine but for the fact that I had told Heather and her boys (including Neil, her nearly famous yachtsman husband - ) to come around at 2.00 not 2.30 as I had thought! In usual Percy fashion, my guests spent the first 20 minutes talking amongst themselves while I put the hoover away, got washed and changed and tried to remember what I was meant to be doing next in the kitchen! I complicated things further by deciding that a mussel starter was in order - not that smart when you consider that I have never cooked mussels before (John's dept!) and the Turkey was out of the oven before I even started to reduce the sauce!!
In the event, we finally sat down to "Christmas Lunch" at 4.15 - so my 3.00 estimate was not far off?! Was not a bad lunch, in fact - but I can never understand why Roast Turkey makes you so much fuller than roast beef, pork or lamb - do not remember ever having felt so full in my life!
After pud and mince pies we had a very lovely evening in front of a blazing log fire before everyone left to get the kids to a reasonably early night before school. Once abandoned to clear the rubble, I discovered I had forgotten to serve both the cranberry sauce and the rum butter!
Today felt just like Boxing Day (except for going to work) - girls took turkey sandwiches to school and I took some to work. And this evening Soph dropped in to say 'hi' having just arrived back from Australia - and we had cold Turkey salad for dinner - figure I should just about be through the cold stuff just in time for Christmas!
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