The week ended with another party.

Daughter’s 17th birthday. The day didn’t dawn sunny and bright but then I can’t remember a birthday of hers that did. Even the first one was dull – although not uneventful for me.

Her father was late getting back from church because he had to assist with burying some ashes.

A group of fifteen teenagers can sound like three times as many and when the herd charges about the garden, the ground shakes. My newly applied shingle developed some large foot shaped craters and stones spattered all over the place. If you think a group of 16 & 17 years are too grown up to charge round the garden collecting sweeties off trees, solving a treasure hunt and playing pass the parcel then think again.
Or parce the parcel as she abstractedly jotted down.

We gave her a guitar. She intends to learn how to play it in the summer holidays – it’s her project.

The sound of her laughter for the best part of the day was a treat. She is a contented little soul most of the time anyway so it was the icing on the cake. And talking of cakes, we have a surfeit of cake. There was a whole birthday cake left over from hubby’s 50th which was earlier in the week and then the girlie got a cake given to her as a present as well.

Anyone for a piece of cake.