A van, backing down the driveway, left a branch dangling off my Magnolia tree. The sadness of those furry buds which would not be able to flower was too much. The branch is now residing in a milk bottle in the hallway to see if it is possible to force Magnolia.
Did the Typepad spam filter have a breakdown? I'm being overwhelmed with comments of the wrong type. Which is ironic, because comments of the right sort seem to have been in much shorter supply. Entirely my own fault as I have been guilty of reading and running elsewhere. Bad.
Spent a happy half hour making up 'in-lieu-of-party-bag' parcels , wrapped with road atlas pages. They contained books (and obligatory sweeties). I may abhor plastic tat, but I'm not a complete monster.
Usually the party bag is a gesture to say thank you for coming and the pleasure of your company. And this time I really did mean thank you to those kids. Usually, parental party responsibilities end with providing food, drink and some sort of entertainment and then clearing up afterwards. But this party? Best I've ever hosted by a country mile.
See, one of the guests sprained his ankle on the morning of the party and couldn't make it. So what's a mother to do? Join in and shoot people with a laser gun in the woods, of course. Highly recommended.