Half term.
In the garden.
My darling Ballet Girl turned 11. She's a fabulous cook, historian and dancer amongst other things and we love her so much. Happy Birthday Poppet. xxx
She spent her half term week on no less than 6 sleepovers, including a Birthday one at ours with a few friends. (Midnight-5am was sum-total of sleep they achieved I do believe,,,)
We partied it up in the sunshine...
...and only realised we'd forgotten the cake after everybody went home. Oops.
Monkey Girl cared for an injured butterfly.
And we caught tadpoles at our local forest centre.
We hung out with uncles, aunties and cousins in St. Albans
Chores - bless my Boy
...and spent time with best friends.
After paying a sad visit to Grandad's grave, who died unexpectedly six weeks ago, we cheered ourselves a little with an Italian/Maltese lunch.
...which then inspired hours of cafe role-playing in the garden.
The Boy spent two crazy happy hours on the zip-wire at a local English Heritage site
Stone painting
...and we rounded off our half term break with a Sunday evening pic-nic.





























































