Henry leaves the fairy breakfast.

It's all too complicated for me.
I'm told that in order to celebrate Flick's Sunday Birthday, I am cordially invited to a fairy breakfast on Saturday morning at my own house. Abigail, Neil and Henry are coming, and Emily is already here.

Oh, and by the way you have to wear fairy wings.

Oh, and by the way you have to make the breakfast.

Oh, and by the way there's nothing in the fridge.

We all had a slap-up cooked breakfast, and Flick got some nice presents off Abigail, Neil, Emily and Henry (but not me - I have a calendar) and then later we went down the pub for lunch.

A strange day.