Hand

It's been a busy week this week and today it was my daughter's end of year party for her class. The party was hosted by a parent, and when we arrived at the house, we were a little speechless as the house was amazing. All of the children made the journey on a coach with their teachers which was a huge adventure in itself. Olivia and the rest of the class, were ridiculously excited and had a fab time (but boy have we paid for it this afternoon, as madam has been grumpy and tired).

I took lots of photos of happy, screaming, crying, chocolate faced, hyper children but most are blurred or the backs of heads. When I was out in the garden trying to take some snaps, my son was inside standing with his hands pressed against a glass door and I quickly managed to take a photo of his hand. It wasn't the photo that I originally thought I'd use, but it turned out to be the best of a bad bunch.

We felt quite bad when we left the beautiful house, as I think the children managed to play with every single toy inside and outside of the house. And there are now sticky finger marks on the glass. Oh dear.