Park Life

Glorious day. Despite last night's port, we all managed to haul ourselves over to Holland Park for the 40th birthday picnic of our lovely friend Sue. Hospitality was generous, there were many children for my lot to play with and the day quickly degenerated into a kind of Lord of the Flies situation, with no-one quite sure where the children were most of the time, until the epic water fight started and suddenly they were all running around, half naked and half wet, with icy water (and ice cubes) flying everywhere.

Holland Park was where Mr B and I were married, and there was a wedding going on today. I was almost persuaded to go and say hi, but happily sanity prevailed and I realised in time that having a mostly drunk woman staggering up to them and waffling on about what a wonderful place it was to get married, probably wouldn't be the best part of their day.

That mellow afternoon had us back home just in time for a fabulous takeaway and an unaccustomed early(ish) night.

(After washing the kids' feet...)