It's my party

Oooooh dear.
Today I'm 38 years old.
Or young, depending on your perspective.
The husband's idea of photoshop (a.k.a. out of focus):

Sigh.
Wish everyone could be far-sighted.

I was woken in bed with fruit salad, being on a fruit detox for the last few days, and some tea, drawings from the boys, the promise of a new bookcase from the husband, and a DVD-player that can connect to our TV set (think the husband wrapped it as an afterthought, but o.k., it comes from a very good heart and is supposedly mine).

Then we sort of freaked out with the boys - all 3 crying.
Son#1 had a temper issue.
Son#2 scraped the tip off his big toe last night and pulled off what-was-left-of-the-tip when he took off the plaster (I know, way too graphic).  Blood and gore.
Son#3 is upset for an as-yet-to-be-understood-problem, but I gave him paracetomol anyway. 
Just covering all our bases.

We went to school on the bikes, and it was lovely.
Who cares if you're far too late for school if you can ride through the countryside, see cows and horses and sheep, on your way there?

 It's going to be a hot day, rain tonight.
Am taking the boys to an indoor play hall this afternoon as a special treat.
But it will be all good.


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