We had a plan for the day, a long , collective "To Do" list. It would have been a lie to say that any of us were particularly enthusiastic about anything on that list so it wasn't that hard to persuade the three younglings (though that's an increasingly anachronistic term for the giant of a teenager who fills the front passenger seat) to jump in the Mini and head to the midlands for their cousin's birthday party.
Quasar, coffee, bowling and cake. Sunny garden games, home made cup cakes and sunshine. Cliff hanging football on the television and great conversation in the kitchen. Doing rounds of country roads with the roof down, my ears ringing with the delighted screams of my God Daughter's friends. The modern equivalent of donkey rides on the beach (someone suggested getting the car a straw hat!).
An unexpectedly lovely afternoon.
Oh and the cake? Another magnificent creation from my baby sister.
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