It was Miranda’s birthday yesterday and I met up with the Holmses for cake and dinner. In that order (crazy people).
A lovely fruit cake had been bought for the occasion. But why is it a piece missing one might wonder? Woolly the ‘I eat everything with or without a pulse’ thief saw his moment when Fiona turned her back for one second and snatched half of it.
Oliver was not impressed!
No harm done, dressed up in candles you could barely see that a big chunk were missing and Miranda got sung to and as much cake as she, as the birthday girl, deserve.
One happy 25 year old. Young enough to eat as much cake as you want. Old enough to be allowed to eat as much cake as you want. Win being a grown up.
For a girl hating having her picture taken birthday is a nightmare. Its carte blanche for everyone to take as many pictures as they want.
Even me catching the flattering ‘blow up your cheeks and try and catch all the candles in one go’ picture.
Not sure what they are looking at but Fiona looks lovely so it made the edit (yup Ol, you can call it a flabby edit as much as you want)
Oh yeah, all of Miranda’s birthday cards. I forgot to get her one, we just dont do that in Sweden. At least i got her a gift. A mugtail. I think they are very pretty. For a second there I was thinking about stealing it.
Woolly, feeling the wafts of success from his victorious stealing, were keeping his eyes trained on the cake.
‘I love you ham lady. But I reaaalllyyyy love cake’.
It got to the point were he needed to be contained less he dive bomb the cake.
Rupert bought some weird russian shot thing. It was pretty yummy. Would have been perfect in the shot roulette. Maybe not so much on a tuesday in a pretty much non drinking family.
Dont look so sad you monster dog just because im stopping you from stealing cake.
Oliver made a piece of art out of the box for Miranda’s scanner. I have a bad feeling we will never be allowed to through away that box. It will live in the basement for eternity.
After that cake extravaganza we went to dinner at The Glasshouse. Amazing food (and pretty fancy). I ate like there was no tomorrow. And then some.
Another cake, another blow picture. Win!
My dessert. Not too shabby even if there were neither candles not fancy writing on it. But it was popcorn looking like maggots.