Paaaaarty

It was quite impressive - unlike last year's big joint parties - one and two - Milo and his muckers all sat in a line for nigh on ten seconds or so for the group picture. No punching, no gouging and only minor acts of poking and screaming.

Then Tom tired of sitting behind them.

In his mouth? Partially digested pizza since you ask. Not as popular as Mrs B's home made sausage rolls which were proclaimed 'a triumph' but - well Tom ate them as you can see.