The girl's birthday nailed

I blame her godmother for the introduction of practical jokes into our lives. Not only has G's thumb, forefinger and pinky been nailed, the whoppee cushion has blarped under several grown-up posteriors (including my own), a chewing gum pack has attacked everyone's thumbs, and to top it all off the ice in our early evening Vodkas was infested with eight-legged critters. Boy did we love that!

Of course we could have forgiven said Godmother had the birthday girl opened her Turkish Delight, but no, ".... that's for me Daddy!"

Suffice to say we had a great day with lots of lovely presents, jokes and of course a Hello Kitty Cake (which would have made it as Blip of the day but for the fact a certain wee girls from the glen ate it all) ...