Olivia and Tobias

Wow, it's great here.

I think you are great.

Hey, you two. Break it up. No fraternizing on my hyacinths.

The party went well - and no, I didn't get any photos. It continued to rain here in Cornwall, so we had 24 pink helium balloons and half as many pink, little girls playing squealing games in the house. All helpers were issued with earplugs, in line with health and safety guidelines. It was a bit dark and a bit manic, so the camera didn't come out. The carnage was terrible. I considered posting photos of Poor Philip the Pinata, but have decided to respect his dignity and let him rest in peace. He was brave soul but the end was not pretty. Girls can be so cruel.

It has been a great day. Mad Dog went to bed, happy and eight years old. Thanks to Nanny and Grandad, Martin, Kelly and Sam, James, Jill, and everyone one who came to make it a special day. Thanks to everyone who sent cards and presents - you know who you are. I will be in touch.